Dear Stavroula: A Young Widow’s Dilemma

The National Herald Archive

Dear Stavroula, I am 30 years old and a widow for two years. My husband and I grew up in the same neighborhood, we went to the same high school, and there is no significant moment in my life that I did not share with him. But life was too hard for us. I lost him so unfairly in a traffic accident, in a moment. He was a wonderful person, polite, loving – he worshipped me, there was nothing he could and did not do for me. He was my soulmate, my other half, the love that everyone dreams about and few have the happiness to experience. At first, I could not accept...

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