AN: Thanks for the reviews. The song is, as requested, "And So It Goes" by Billy Joel. I thought I'd turn this one on its head a bit. Might not go down well but, hey, it's a free site. Let me know what you think.
And every time I've held a rose,
it seems I only felt the thorns.
I hate my dead husband's guts and I hope it stays that way.
Don't look so shocked. I made a mistake in picking a guy who saw me as no more than some drinking buddy who was permanently available. Sure, it's sad, and I didn't want him to die, but I know if the same thing had happened to me, he wouldn't waste much time playing the grieving widower. It's not like he needed me.
People think I'm cold. Maybe that's why I don't deserve better? Why should I believe I could fall in love again if never really did?