My Husband And I Divorced After 36 Years — At His Funeral, His Father Drank Too Much And Said, “You Don’t Even Know What He Did For You, Do You?”

— Troy

I didn’t cry right away.

I loved you the best way I knew how.

I sat there, the paper in my hands, and let the words settle.

He had lied. That part hadn’t changed, but now I understood the shape of it.

If only he’d let me in instead of shutting me out. How different our lives might have been.

Then I sat there for a long time, thinking about the man I’d known and loved all my life and lost twice.