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”
Yet Raymond repeatedly spoke as though my age itself created an opening for oversight.
“Someone should help.”
“Someone should be listed.”
“You shouldn’t handle this alone.”
Maybe.
But the person receiving help chooses the helper whenever they have capacity.
That is the point.
Thomas did not become morally entitled to control me because he loved me either.