I never, ever, thought I’d be single again. I was happily married for almost 28 years, and, sure, I knew one of us would probably go before the other, but being roughly the same age, I figured the other one wouldn’t be too far behind.
Honesty has its advantages. You don’t have to remember who you said what to. You don’t have to back-peddle nearly as much. And when it comes to hair, you don’t have to chase that damn white stripe.