Apr 18, 2019
4 min read
For the Newly Divorced at the Entrance to the Tunnel
It’s long and dark. I’ll walk with you.
It’s been a year and a half since the demise of my marriage. It was like a meteor flying at me, going slowly at first then hurdling fast until it hit the ground in a fiery ball. Dust flew everywhere. Land was scorched. And all I could do was stare at it.
