After My Wife Died, I Found Out We’d Been Divorced for over 20 Years – What I Learned Next Shocked Me Even More
The day Claire died, it felt like the whole house forgot how to breathe. Sunlight still streamed through the living‑room windows like it always did, painting soft gold across the rug and warming her favorite armchair. But the light felt wrong now — like it didn’t know where Claire had gone or where it was supposed to land without her. I stood in the doorway, staring at that chair as if it might speak, as if it remembered her better than I did. “You’ll never win an argument standing in