Starting life over at 59
I thought of writing you all a novella for my intro, but it's just too damn painful, too new and bloody raw to put into words. So here it is in a nutshell: 59. Fat. Disabled. Depressed. That's what thirteen years of 'marriage' to a sweet-talking, duplicitous control freak will do to you. Then one cold morning it's--BAM!--a…
