My Wife Married Me During Her Final Week—Then Her Will Exposed Why She Had Demanded the Wedding

on our third anniversary. No. Once, jokingly, in the frozen-food aisle of a grocery store. She threw a bag of peas at me.

So eventually I stopped asking. Not because I stopped wanting her as my wife. Because loving Margaret meant learning that sometimes pushing wasn’t devotion. Sometimes it was just pushing.

By 31, our lives revolved around her illness.continue reading …