At 68, I took my first vacation alone and met a man who made me feel like myself again. By the end of the month, I was wondering if I had found a second chance at love. Then I overheard him say my late husband’s name.
For forty-six years, I took care of everyone except myself, and I got so good at it that nobody noticed anymore.
Matt was my husband for most of my adult life, and together we raised three children and helped raise our grandchildren.
