Not only death can do us part. When someone close to us dies, society accepts our grief. Not only do they accept it, but they expect us to spent a certain time dealing with our sorrow. Widows wear black for a year after their husband passes away, regardless how long it actually takes them to start to feel better. Nobody tells them off for not getting their shit together and not getting over the loss in whatever time. Nobody expects them to go out, meet someone new and move on. Nobody asks them to feel a different way. I've been watching a lot of Virgin River lately, as it shows. I binged the first season, not because it's that exciting, but because it's so relatable. No, my husband did not die. I still haven't been married yet, woop woop. Watching the show got me thinking hard. What's the difference between someone leaving you for good and someone dying? Knowing the pure fact that the person who left you is still out there somewhere happy and healthy? I'm not...