http://www.humansofnewyork.com/post/131516301456/ive-been-so-lucky-to-have-two-wonderful-men-in

 

“I’ve been so lucky to have two wonderful men in my life. My first husband died when I was 55. For six months, I did nothing but work, come home, feed the cats, and go to sleep. It got to the point where I realized that I was either going to rejoin the living, or I was going to crawl in a hole and die. I mentioned to a friend that I was about ready to ‘get out there’ again, and she told me about a friend named Ted that she wanted me to meet. He was also a widower. I never thought I’d fall in love again. Certainly not that quickly. But Ted and I got along so well that two months later we were engaged. Ted has never felt threatened by my love for my first husband. On the ten-year anniversary of his death, Ted helped me organize a memorial. And that meant so much to me. But he doesn’t come to Mets’ games with me. He’s a Yankees fan.”

I chose this particular article because it made me happy that the woman has a husband that doesn’t care that she still loved her husband that passed away. This relates to me because my grandpa died before I was born, and “Poppy-Joe,” the person she married doesn’t care that she still loves her first husband, and he just wants to make her happy.