I am a solo father of two little girls who miss their Mum greatly.
When she died big sister was 7 & little sister was 4.
I tell them how proud she would be of them and we often look at the pictures of us as a happy family in a loving hug on a picnic blanket at the park, or laughing and smiling on our house as we shared the joy of a happy future.
I tell the girls to be strong and brave like their Mum, and every time I tell them how great she was the knot in my stomach grows stronger.

She was killed in a car accident by a drunk driver. She was in a her work car with a colleague and the drunk came through a red light and swerved in her car

I tell them that she was killed by a bad man, but I keep from them that the night I found out she died was also the night I discovered that she had been having an affair. She wasn't supposed to be in the city, she wasn't supposed to be with him, he told his fiancée that he was overseas.

I hate her so much. Fuck you you c**t. I lie to our daughters because they have had enough pain...I know there is no hell or heaven for you to go to but fuck you I'm so glad you're dead you ungrateful lieing bitch.