He was a fantastic father to our children and still irresistible to me most of the time, except when I was too tired to appreciate a spontaneous bottle of champagne.When he died I thought it was the end of the world.
Then the second shock came: I realised how comfortable we now were financially. The mortgage was paid off instantly and Stephen’s pension kicked in. I’d had both of us insured to the hilt, and we now had a lot of money in the bank.
So the poor guy drops dead at 30 (probably from the stress of having a wife as a control-freak; given her snide remarks about his supposed lack of focus on work, I dare say she pushed and pushed him to work as hard as possible to set her up for early retirement) and his wife is secretly happy?
She admits her husband loved her, and regularly surprised her with a spontaneous bottle of champagne, and was a fantastic father to their children, and yet, just because she's discovered she's better off financially now that he's kicked the bucket, she's much happier.
Women, it seems, don't love men, just our money. Salaries, stolen pensions, alimony, life insurance, it doesn't matter, it's just the money they love.