You know what I hate?
I hate that whenever I mention things I did with my late husband they look at me as if I've used unsavoury language while talking about a politically incorrect topic. The politically incorrect topic being my life.
They can talk about things their husband did 10 years ago, 10 months ago, 10 weeks ago, 10 minutes ago. Apparently that's quite acceptable.
Me using the one option available to me is not.
Apparently I'm supposed to wipe all memory of my husband. I guess my children were immaculately conceived.
I've adjusted to being a widow. It's the world around me that has an issue with it.