I went to a bar with my boyfriend about a week ago, just to visit with a few of his friends and to have a quick beer. A woman (a complete stranger) started telling me about her decision to move away after losing her husband suddenly a few months ago and all of her health problems.
I listened to her story patiently and then told her that I thought a new start could be just the thing that she needed.
After we left, my boyfriend told me that she rarely ever talked about her problems, let alone with someone that she’d never even met before.
I shrugged and smiled. Happens all of the time, I told him.