Dear Ghost of my Husband,
The irony that I obssessed about you dying while you were away and starting your affair. I couldn't conceive of you dying and being able to pick up the pieces and being able to move on...I thought you were the glue....
I hate to say it, but I think it would be easier if you were dead. Atleast I could live in the delusion that you loved me, and the relationship and person I thought we had and you were would still be intact.
Wow, how I never thought those words would past through my head about you...
Farewell mirage,
The Weeping Widow
P.S. I realize now, I'm the glue....
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