When the massive chandelier fell, my husband ignored our daughter’s screams to protect his ex’s child. I shielded her with my own back. After the dust cleared, my daughter wiped my tears and whispered, “Mommy, let’s leave daddy behind.” When my husband finally turned to look at us…

about to make mine.

Chapter 2: The Art of Severance

The emergency room at New York Presbyterian Hospital was a purgatory of harsh fluorescent lights and the suffocating stench of industrial bleach. My right arm and shoulder were now encased in a heavy, restrictive fiberglass cast, suspended across my chest like a clumsy, white tomb. The heavy intravenous continue reading …