I’m on a date, staring at my dead husband’s best friend. The menacing looks are coming from Tim, my dead husband’s old roommate and scuba diving buddy. I can’t say I blame him; from the outside, I’m a newly widowed woman having fun with a strange man. For one, I’m young, just 29. For one, I’m young, just 29.

Source: Huffington Post January 22, 2024 09:26 UTC