the love of her life

He was the love of my life, Pat said Walter’s relatives forgot to tell her he was dead. We were almost married five times, bragged she. Walter was mean to her, a Simon Legree. We almost this, we almost that, we bought a dog, a bird, a cat. I paid the money, but it was worth it, said the delusional Pat. No one had told her that Walter was dead. This should have put a clue in her crazy head.