There's no right way to deal with grief. The death of my husband happened on our three year anniversary. A year later, I'm still struggling to deal with the tragedy that is my life.I drink. A lot. It's my coping mechanism. I do it to pass time and to forget, but the problem is, it doesn't work. All drinking ever did was make me lose my job, push my friends away, and become a recluse.Things begin to change when Evan Tyler comes to town and moves in...