When your dead husband sticks a small sasquatch in your face and your alive husband sings in his sleep

It’s frightening all around

Photo by Bogomil Mihaylov on Unsplash

I have some really weird habits. For instance, I pick at scabs, pull my hair out along my temples, and attack my toenails. (Seriously. I have like four left. My pedicurist never remembers my face, but as soon as she sees my feet she says, “It’s you!”) I also cry in…

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