The first time it happened was just a few weeks after he died . I was at the grocery store , alone - another new way of doing things , because usually he and I had done the shopping together . I was at the check - out stand , my cart of groceries unloaded , scanned , and bagged , my checkbook out , pen poised to begin writing .

Question: What is true about me ?
Answer: I went shopping with him .I pay by credit card .I am not used to doing things without him .None of the above choices .