Beyond the Eyes: A Wife's Escape

The phone rang, shattering the silence. It was the hospital. My husband, David, was in the ER. He'd been in a severe accident, his injuries particularly bad to his face and eyes.

When the doctor told me his corneas were beyond repair, a strange sense of peace washed over me. The very reason I'd married him - the eyes that had once belonged to Alex, the love of my life - were now destroyed.

I walked out of the hospital and called my lawyer. "Draw up the divorce papers," I said. "I'm done." My marriage wasn't real; it was a cage I'd built.