After Decades With My Husband, I Had A Sexual Awakening. It Blew Up My Entire Life.

“Is there anyone we can call?” the EMT asks, standing over me as I raise a shaky hand to my left collarbone and feel the bulge that shouldn’t be there. I am sitting on the pavement, my Madewell jeans now covered by a long black streak down the left leg, still wearing my motorcycle helmet. My elbow is shattered into three pieces, and the pain radiates down my arm to my pinky and ring finger, where my wedding band always used to be.

“No, there’s no one. I have no one!” 

I panic about who will take my elderly...