The Widow

I didn’t move once while he told me. I was scared I’d break the spell and he’d stop.

Are you going to leave me, Jeanie?’ he’d say. I’d say ‘I’m going to make a cup of tea’ and leave him standing there. Too much to think about. Betrayal. Decisions. Plans.

Nothing was going to spoil today – he’d brought in the story of the year and was going to go in and get the pay rise he richly deserved and then take his wife – or maybe his mistress – for dinner at the Ritz.

Funny things, funerals. So much like weddings, I think

I read that trauma can make the mind delete things that are too painful or stressful. So she deleted any details that challenged her belief

A couple share a psychosis or a delusion because one is so dominant. They end up believing the same thing

She has always loved the publicity. Her five minutes of fame.

devoted husband, could see the shame, the disgrace he risked by his actions, but TallDarkStranger wanted to stand close to it, to touch it, be singed by it.

The danger was part of the reason he was doing it.

He told himself it would never happen again. He would stop going online, he’d stop looking at porn. It was a sickness and he’d get better.