Widowland
written by: Johannes Springenseiss
She found out she had MS two weeks before the wedding. She told her fiancé, “If you want to back out now, I couldn’t possibly blame you for it.”
He, despite his mother’s clamorous prodding to do just that, shrugged off the idea. “Why would I back out? Nothing has changed.”
Twenty-two years later she’d bury her husband. She’d remember him as an obnoxious bozo, couch potato dipso, lover of Italian bread but a lousy breadwinner.
She’d visit his grave every weekend and she’d never consider re-marrying for she’d been married to the greatest man.
“Sad place is widowland, but leaving would be a defection from him.”
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