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to process complex grief.
We fell into a routine. Sunday dinners together, alternating between her place and mine.
During one dinner, while we chopped vegetables together in her new kitchen, she asked, “Do you think I’ll ever trust anyone again? Ever want to remarry?”
I set down my knife.
“Honestly, I don’t know,” I said. “But that’s okay. Trust isn’t continue reading …
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