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A Widow’s Summer Romance. She assumed it would be a summer fling. But when Daryl gets serious about their future, Deena fears she’ll lose her independence. A widow for just a year, Deena’s finally rebuilding her life. She married Justin, a Navy sailor, and had Ian, when she was still a teenager. 23rd September She wasn’t really my aunt. Maybe her name wasn’t really Doris, I don’t know. She was one of my mother’s friends, and my mother had lots of friends. They’d come over, drink, blab. Usually the party went on all night. Aunt Doris used to come into my room to make sure I was still alive. Today's Top Stories 1 Soledad O'Brien New Segment "Promises of Change" 2 Walmart Just Unveiled This Year's Hottest Toys. 3 25 Most Popular Christmas Gifts of 4 24 Best Winter Boots for Women.

My current boyfriend was shocked when, after we first made love, I told him that all I wanted in a relationship at the time was a "friends with benefits" situation. It had been a year and eight months since my husband had died; my sex drive had recovered, but my heart was still hibernating. I'd been my husband George's caregiver as he'd succumbed to cancer. Sex hadn't been a part of my life for a long time. I was too worried about him to think of much else.