Back it the mid 70's there was a guy that lived with my wife and I for three years. Chopper, drugs, tattoos up one side and down the other, and gallons of Schlitz before they ruined it. So he met and married the sweetest girl I could imagine and were happy. Last August he died and I've talked to her on the phone a couple times. Last night I got home to a voice mail asking me to call her so I called.

She talked virtually non stop for 2 hours and 54 minutes. When I make a call my  land line phone shows the elapsed time. Every once in awhile she would say she was babbling on and I'd tell her the elapsed time but made no move to end the conversation and she'd be off and running again.
She wanted to talk about their marriage and relationship but not something she could bring up with her kids or sisters. They wouldn't approve but since I knew him years before she did I knew much about what went down so she didn't have to be careful what she said and could babble away.
I think she wanted someone to listen to her talk to herself, organize her thoughts. I did throw in a couple  points she wasn't aware of but mostly listened. I really didn't do anything but I think it helped.

What really amazed me is I sat here for three hours and didn't have to pee.