Stop Telling Me How To Be A Widow

And pretty much every one of us has, at some point, questioned our sanity, and prayed to everything including the crash cart that the suffering and ordeal would soon end. Ours, as well as our patients’. What caregiver hasn’t unabashedly cried in public, hoping that some stranger would notice and take care of us for a change? Even now, when I type the word “bed” in a phone text, autofill finishes it as “bedsores.” When I type the word “nurse,” autofill makes it “nursing home.” And when I type the word “insurance,” well, the word “fucking” pops up after it.