He's gone, and there's nothing i can do about that. i loved him and took care of him - he had been weak from heart failure. He'd load the firewood on the truck, and i brought it into the house. The folding chair he used is still in the wood crib - and that's not going anywhere.
What i can do is: get up when i please, make a meal - or not, go to bed when i choose, work in the yard if i want to. In short, why be miserable over events of which you have no say? My husband is gone, it's not like i can demand the Lord to bring him back. That's not happening.
But even with limited funds, i am free to live alone, and am allowed to enjoy this space. And what's most freeing of all is: the last thing i feel constrained to do is, go on e-hormany, or any other meat-market site. Last thing i want is...ew, that.
Yep, there's freedom when yer 60+ Just sign me, lady mgtow.
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