I don't lie, I hate being lied to, I don't know why I did it, other than I knew he wouldn't like the truth and I wanted to solve his problem without him having to leave and go home.
First regular man since DH died, 6 years ago, was staying at mine. Realised he hadn't packed a belt, I said I'd find him one.
I told him it was an old one of mine, and that he could keep it because I don't wear brown belts anymore (that much is true).
It was actually late DH's. I haven't cleared out his things yet because when I tried, soon after his death, DSs kept saying no to everything I suggested they might like to have and I didn't want to throw everything out and for them to regret it later.
Anyway so now my BF is walking around in my dead husband's belt...