Anniversary

Well, it's past midnight and officially the day I married the love of my life.  I'd almost forgotten it, because we never really got to celebrate it.  You see, my husband attended conventions every year that happen to coincide with our anniversay.  He wanted me to go, but I didn't want to spend my vacation, sitting in an auditorium, listening to a bunch of people talk finance.  There would have been little us time and that would have been torturous.  So I stayed home.
Can't say I regrett it.  What I do regret is that I could never convince my husband to stop chasing after the mighty buck.  He wanted to be rich and gave everything up in pursuit of that goal.  Now, he's gone and his riches lie in Heaven.
How does that make me feel?
Angry.  That's how I feel.  I waited for him to have time for me and  he never did.  Anger feels good because if I concentrated enough on it, I get a few moments of relief from the constant agony of missing him.
I was royally cheated.  I waited patiently for  him to give up his dreams.  He never did and now his dreams are my nightmare.