At 40, I agreed to marry a man with a disabled leg. There was no love between us. During our wedding night, I trembled as I lifted the blanket and discovered a sh0cking truth.
I (64) found love a year ago after being a widow for 22 years. He is a great man, and he just proposed. He’s 48; my kids think he’s after my money. They told me, “You can marry only if you put your assets in our name or forget about us!” I refused. That…
