At 64, I spent a night with a man nearly 30 years younger… but when I woke up in the hotel room, I discovered something terrifying.

My name is Margaret. I never imagined something like this could happen to me at sixty-four.

By that age, my life had gone quiet.

Too quiet.

My husband had been gone for years. My children were grown, each with their own family, their own house, their own problems. They loved me, I knew that. But love from a distance can still leave a woman painfully alone.continue reading …