“What kind of comments?”
I could feel my face heating up with shame and anger. “He’d bring home newspaper clippings about widows who remarried. Leave them on the kitchen table like hints. When I’d cry on your birthday or our anniversary, he’d roll his eyes and tell me I was being dramatic. Once when I was looking through our old photo albums, he actually said that holding on to memories was unhealthy and that I should consider putting your pictures away.”
Blaine was quiet for a long moment, processing this information. When he finally spoke, his voice was thick with emotion.
“He was trying to erase me, not just from the business or the legal documents, but from your heart, too.”
“Yes,” I whispered. “And when I refused to pack away your things or stop talking about you, he started getting nastier. Made comments about how I was embarrassing myself, clinging to a dead man. Said I was too old to attract anyone else anyway, so I might as well accept being alone.”Shop Lawn & Garden
