So how did I get here?
I was married for just over 34 years to a wonderful man I met in university. He was a workaholic though, even through his schooling – many a night we couldn’t go out on a date because he wanted to stay home and type up all of his class notes from the day.
I suppose it was this craving for attention that got me into my mess later on down the road.
He was tall, athletic, never smoked, never drank and yet cancer claimed him at the age of 56. Sometimes life makes no sense at all.
I fell down into the pit of grief after I lost him and through the encouragement of my son, I started to attend a few sports car shows just to get out of the house. I tagged along to some the first summer, then a few more the following year, but only as a spectator, as I couldn’t drive due to a bad accident years earlier and I was too scared to get behind the wheel. But by 2015 I decided it was enough and I started to learn to drive again very slowly with the help of a friend. And that’s where I met him….
The Betrayed Widow 