I lost my husband in May. A couple of weeks later I heard that a friend’s husband had died. I had not seen her for a few years, but she knew my husband. I invited her round for lunch and we sat commiserating with each other on the loss of our husbands. After a while she noticed a framed wedding photo of us on a shelf. She said what a lovely picture it was and how happy Jeremy looked. Then she asked who it was standing next to him? I said, “It’s me”. She said, “Oh! You have changed”.
Now, I know I look like a raddled old hag since I lost him, but this threw me. I have known her for years. I don’t know who is more confused, her, or me.
When she left, I looked at the photo, I looked in the mirror.
I am still puzzled.