At the age of 38, my husband, “Henry” died. After almost 20 years of marriage, I honestly didn’t even know what to do.
Now after two years, I figured it was about time to continue living and start dating again.
On Friday, I went to buy some 4th of July decorations and ran in to old friend. Well, he was technically my husband’s old friend, I guess. My husband and “Shane” had known each other since high school. They were best friends at one point. But while my husband was alive, we got to know each other pretty well. Unfortunately, after his death we kind of fell out of touch.
Shane played football in college. And had the body to prove it, even 15-20 years past his “glory days.” I knew he was a bit of a gym rat as well, not that you would see me complaining. I’ll admit he had quite the physique. He had great hair, a good smile, and honestly, was just really fucking hot. I had no clue how he was still single. Him and his wife Julie had gotten divorced about three years before my husband died. They had kids, but Julie got custody and Shane lived alone in an apartment nearby.