With a Broken Arm and No Support, I Took Back My Life: A Marriage Lesson, a Divorce Lawyer, and a Fresh Start
I went to bed uneasy.
I lay awake listening for the sound of the door opening.
The scrape of a shovel.
Anything.
Nothing came.
The next morning, I was already running late.
I’m right-handed, so I balanced my bag and coffee in my right hand while I wrestled the lock with my left.
I opened the door.
I stepped onto the top stair.
My foot landed on slick ice.
There was no time to grab the railing.
No time to catch myself.
I went down hard, and my right arm took the brunt of it.
