Dear Prudence: Help! I’m Glad My Awful Husband Is Dead.
August 19, 2019
Happy: I am a 38-year-old widow. The day my husband died was the happiest day of my life.
He was a miserable, vindictive man whose greatest joy was tearing me down.
He cheated on me constantly and would cheerfully recount all my inadequacies compared with his mistresses.
If I left, he would “pursue me to the ends of the earth.”
He never hit me, for what it is worth. At the end, I was isolated and alone; my only social outlet was my family. They all knew how horrible my marriage was, which is what makes their reaction now more hurtful.
I am going to travel. I am going to visit exotic places, drink wine, and learn a foreign language.
I have enough money to be quite comfortable for the rest of my life.
I would rather shoot myself than ever get married again.