I left my first husband because I loved him. I had a tubal pregnancy, and the doctor said that what was left of me probably would never be able to conceive. My husband was looking forward to being patents so much. I watched life ebb from his eyes. I could not bear it. I left him and asked for a divorce.
I just learned recently he was shot to death a few years ago by his daughter’s ex boyfriend. If we had stayed together it would be different for us both. He would still be alive. I would not be alone and miserable. I would have someone around tall enough to check that lightbulb in the kitchen. He would be alive. Even though we split decades ago, and both of us remarried, I feel like a widow.
Joining the military. I learned quite a lot that I would never have learned elsewhere.
Being in that crosswalk when that guy thought he could beat the light so he speeded up to make that left turn. He hit me so hard one of my contact lenses popped out, and they found one of my hairpins in the gutter, about twenty feet away.
I never saw the off duty firefighter who held my head on his lap while EMTs were on their way. They cut my pants off in the street. The driver started to walk toward me. I shouted for him to get back. People thought it was because to move me could be dangerous. Truth is, if he had come within reach I would have pulled him to the ground with me, and killed him with my bare hands. Yes. It hurt that much.