Trad Wife: New Life
Mary Anne Struggles With Herself In A Dark Time
“My condolences. If I can do anything, just ask. You have such a lovely home,” or variations thereof, were the prevailing, soothing comments. At least the funeral was an open-casket wake. Widowed before I’d turned forty, the implications hadn’t yet sunk in. It wasn’t my fault; I shouldn’t have blamed myself, yet I felt terribly guilty. My husband had been out of state, attending a business convention with Stacy, and the r...