When the Couch Becomes a Reminder
It has been eleven months since the day my now ex-wife asked for a divorce. Since then, the only bed I have slept in has been in a hospital. Every other night has been on a couch. I find myself longing for something as simple as a bed. A real bed. A place where I can crawl beneath the covers and fall asleep without pain gripping my back, my chest, my spirit. But every time that longing rises,…















