And There Were 10!

What the hell happened? How did I get to the sweet (not ripe) age of sixty-three and have ten…count them…ten…divorces under my belt? Hell, that’s more than Elizabeth Taylor! I spent my life protecting that number. I never wanted anyone to know the truth because people judge, and I had been judged enough in this life so far. I literally could count on two hands how many people on this earth knew th...