divorce.
She stumbled sober through life for nearly nine years,while blinders shielded her eyes and hands covered her ears.Her husband embodied a vulture who consumed her self-worth,while she reminded herself that it could always be worse. “He never laid a hand on me,” she argued, frustration in her voice.“I may have cried in times of intimacy, but in a way that was my choice.I told him to go until he finished, and so that’s just what…