At my husband’s funeral, his mother looked me straight in the eye and said coldly, “ It’s better he’s gone than to have to live with the shame she put him through.”
At my husband’s funeral, his mother fixed her eyes on me and said with chilling calm, “It’s better he’s gone than forced to live with the shame she caused him.” A few relatives murmured in agreement, some even nodding. Before I could find my voice, my eight-year-old son stood up, clutching his father’s phone…
