My husband DIED. Like full dead. Funeral, obituary, the whole thing. Very sad, very permanent, wouldn’t recommend it. He trusted someone he shouldn’t have. Made one mistake and it cost him everything.
Interesting choice to mock a dead man to his widow on the internet. Very brave. Incredibly stupid. My late husband may be gone but his very large, VERY ITALIAN, very unemployed cousins who loved him dearly are not.
The last man who spoke to me like this is currently experiencing technical difficulties with his kneecaps. The one before that? Let’s just say he went swimming and forgot how to float. Very educational experience for him.
I’m adding you to the list. Not a threat, it’s literally just a list of people I’m praying about. Very Catholic. Very normal. I light candles. I say names. The old ladies at church think I’m SO devoted.
I need you to understand something. I’m Italian. I’m widowed. I’ve got nothing but TIME and RAGE. My Nonna? She’s 94 and holding grudges from 1931 like they happened yesterday. This is GENETIC.
Delete this before Sunday dinner. They’re already talking about ‘taking out the trash.’ Their words, not mine. I’m just a grieving widow who happens to have the entire northern New Jersey sanitation industry on speed dial.
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