When I laid upon my death bed, I already knew that I didn't have much time left. It was probably due to my misdeeds as his wife. That's probably why I'm dying. With dept piling up due to my constant gambling and my husband who haven't been able to smile for awhile now.
I doubt he will move on and get married again after I pass. I wish I could leave hims something. My husband is looking down at me with sorrow filled eyes. I can tell that he was having stupid thoughts. I'll calm him down.
"Honey, when I pass away. Get married again."
He looked utterly speechless. Was that not it? Not everyone can tell. But I can. He's not a man who's facial expressions could be read easily. I won't tolerate just any woman coming near my husband. Like me, she should be able to read his resting bitch face.
I wanted to sigh out loud. Though, she would have to be able to handle his personality first. He can be...forgetful. I wonder how I loved a man like him.