For most of our marriage, Graham liked telling people we were fortunate. We lived outside Philadelphia in a beautiful house, belonged to the right clubs, sent the girls to excellent schools, and spent summers at his family’s lake property.
What Graham rarely mentioned was that almost everything in our marriage revolved around his mother.
Vivian Mercer controlled the family investment company, the estate where Graham grew up, and a trust worth enough money that none of her children ever had to worry seriously about retirement.
She also controlled Graham emotionally.
For years, I tolerated her comments because fighting every battle would have exhausted me.
Then Graham gave me a battle I couldn’t ignore.
Her name was Serena Cole.
