onLeave a Comment on At 64, I married a 31-year-old man. Six months later, I discovered that every night I secretly added something to my drink and insisted that I take it to the last drop. One night, I refused to drink it and took a sample to a lab. When the doctor saw the results, he paled, immediately closed the door and asked me, “MA’am, DO YOUR HUSBAND KNOW THAT YOU ARE HERE?” ... 
He kissed my hand.
And I thought of something extraordinary.
I had entered that laboratory convinced that my husband wanted to take my life. But what began there was the discovery of a truth that brought back to my world some of the most beloved people in my past... and taught me that not even the greatest love should be built on secrets. 💔❤️
