It has recently come to my attention that I made a terrible mistake to marry at the young age of twenty four years. Since my first husband passed in 2015, I have mourned and missed him each and every day. That ends now.

The second biggest regret of my life is marrying a man with a congenital heart condition. I regret this not because of his health or anything about him whatsoever. I regret it because of my own fault – because at 26 years of age I was not mentally or emotionally prepared to watch him die right in front of me.