I sleep like the dead after burying my husband in the backyard. I thought I would be plagued by restless dreams of zombie husbands scraping their way through the dirt and shuffling into my bedroom, hungry for brains. I thought I would be waking up in a cold sweat, a scream on my lips. But instead, I get the best night of sleep I have had in years—not one zombie-husband dream. I don’t wake up even once, and when my eyes finally crack open, the sun is already high in the sky. For the first time in a long time, I am truly free. And it feels fantastic.
WOW 😂😇
