Moondance: Celebrating Creative Women -- Nonfiction

She left me in front of my shattered glass door, weeping. I waved goodbye to her, and she didn't look back.
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Alcohol has been the obsession that has transcended any other obsession. It has outlived any other relationship. My devotion to it turned into slavery and even during the times I have been able to turn my back on it completely, the times felt more like separations; never divorces.
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When I arrived home afterward, I was still shaken by what had just occurred. "What have I done?" I thought. I sat down in my living room without removing my coat, my heart still pounding. I mindlessly looked over at my precious Tarot cards. I picked them up and asked, "What do you think about what I just did?"
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