I Opened My Late Wife’s Forbidden Drawer—and Found a Key She Hid

Here’s the truth:

There is a journal in this box.

It is not a diary of crimes.
It is not a list of reasons I regretted you.
It is not proof that I loved someone else.

It is my storm drain.

It’s where I put the ugly thoughts so I didn’t dump them on the people I loved.

And yes—some of those thoughts are about you.

Because I married a real man, not a saint. continue reading …