There's this man, who SAYS he is my husband, who is now in my house a lot. He says he "retired," and that explains his presence. I'm not buying it, but he is sort of fun to have around, so I don't complain. He has this really cool beard and is some kind of comedian, I think. I do recall I once had a husband but he worked a lot of overtime and I thought he left a long time ago. This new guy has been around here for a week. Today he said, smiling, "Well, we seem to be getting along alright." I agreed. I laugh a lot now and this has been a big change and I have noticed it. I haven't laughed like that for years. I think I forgot about laughing. We have interests in common and both also have our own, individual interests. I'm liking this "retired" guy, but not totally, just as a cautious, first impression. He is very considerate about any work I am doing and he plans to paint the bathroom where I recently removed all the wallpaper. He talks to me and makes eye contact. That is huge. So far, I think retirement is incredible. But, I am still a little doubtful about that part where he says he is my husband.
