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That day I had a little more spring in my step, even humming a happy tune as I got ready for work. Although my visit with Hanna ended on a sad note, I chose not to focus on Kevin but on my night with Hanna, remembering the curves of her body and how good it felt to hold her and be touched. I needed the validation that I was loving and lovable. Frequently, I’ll look back on our relationship, and even from the distance of our separation, I can’t honestly define our marriage as troublesome prior to Kevin’s suicide. We had our spats, differences of opinions, like every married couple, but nothing serious. I can’t speak for Hanna, but I don’t think I ever once wished I wasn’t married to her. Sometimes, I wonder if, maybe, we were so focused on one another that Kevin felt left out, like he’d
