At the summer reunion, the grass widows gathered by the lake to swap stories and laughter.

After decades of short-term relationships, everyone in the village whispered that she was a grass widow.

After his wife left for a year-long research trip, John half-jokingly called himself a grass widower as he learned to cook and mow the lawn.

Every summer the local pub hosted a reunion for grass widowers whose wives were away on holiday.

After her divorce, she discovered both a new sense of freedom and an unexpected ache of loneliness in her grass widowhood.