To Walk A Thousand Miles

I stood there, numbly staring at my husband's dead body. My mind raced with questions and disbelief as I tried to make sense of what had just happened.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I tried to accept the fact that he had died. I shook my head as I gazed at his coffin.

I appeared to onlookers to be a bereaved widow. So, here's the scoop: My husband was a scumbag, a despicable piece of trash, and I'm glad he's gone.

I just wish he had died sooner. Yes, some of you would describe me as having a wicked soul. So, before you pass judgment, please read my story!