It wasn't until after my husband passed away that I found out about all the affairs and the various frauds he'd been involved with. Thinking about it now still hurts just as much as when I found out. After everything, even if I’d had the money, I couldn't stay in that house. The transition to a smaller place was smart, and it was more manageable. It was just all the revelations and changes that had been hard to deal with.
"How's your blog going?" Audrey's voice brings me out of my thoughts. And thank goodness, because my memories are a slippery slope I don’t want to start backsliding down into.
"Good, I'm learning how to attract readers and use my words to express my feelings." I know Audrey hasn't been to my blog. She hasn't pressed me for the name, and I haven’t volunteered it. Maybe s
