At 73, I Married My Dying High School Sweetheart as His Final Wish—After the Funeral, His Lawyer Knocked on My Door and Said, “You Walked Right Into His Trap”

Angry.

Heartbroken.

Dramatic.

Evelyn, I saw a girl today with your hair and hated her for half a second.

I laughed.

Another:

I hope college is terrible. Actually, no. I hope you’re brilliant there. I hate that too.

Then years passed.