I lost my husband a few years ago... he was not perfect... and I had my times when I was fed up for a day or so... but oh to have him back with me. To lay down beside him... to see him when I come home... to have him do all the bills again.. to say good night again.. to see his smile again...
to make sure he knows he was worth all the problems we had from time to time...
life is too short when it comes to the end of youth and we look back at it all....
Nobody is perfect.
The wisest words I heard about marriage is that when you are tempted to complain about the fact that you did not marry the perfect man, remember, he did not marry the perfect woman.
And that goes two ways contrary to what some on FR seem to think.
I’m sorry for your loss. May God bring you comfort and peace.