“After we had been in our American Ranch home for a few years, we received an alarming call from our financial manager. He informed us that we were spending far too much money on the upkeep of our huge house, and if we didn’t make some changes, we’d be out of money in a few years. This was the first time I realized that, despite all our years of hard work, we could possibly lose everything. I was stunned.
I knew we had to sell the house immediately and downsize to something more manageable. But when we had bought our property and built the house, the real estate market had been on an upswing. Now it was down, and we had a very difficult time selling it, because the market for a house the size and price of ours was almost nil. We did finally sell it, but ended up taking a huge loss. Our next house in Prescott was still spacious, but not nearly as large as the one we’d sold. It had all the room Daryl required to store“all of his stuff, which, he explained to me, would save us money because we would not have to rent a storage space.
While we were settling into our new house, Daryl decided we needed a generator. He had begun to become increasingly paranoid about something he’d read on the Internet, a supposed “theory” that the government would end up stealing everyone’s electricity. Therefore, he told me, we needed to be prepared for when that time came. One rainy, cold night in January, Daryl called me to his room. “Here’s the generator we need,” he said, holding up his laptop to show me. This particular generator was strong enough to power a small city, and it cost almost $10,000. “Daryl, no.” I said. “Absolutely not. We can’t afford that . . . and we don’t need it!” “Too late!” he retorted, slamming the laptop shut. “I’ve already ordered it!” “We can’t afford this right now.” I said quietly, “You have to cancel the order.” “Get out, you fucking bitch!” Daryl screamed, pointing toward the hallway.
I was so stunned that I just stood there. Daryl and I had had our differences for many years, but he had never cursed at me with “such rage. Perhaps he had his own reasons to be angry, reasons I could never understand even though I had tried repeatedly. Maybe I had unwittingly done something to evoke this vitriolic response. But at that moment, I knew that I had no choice but to leave our marriage.”
Excerpt From: Toni Tennille: A Memoir