Reunited with Him After My Death

Warning: This is a fairy tale for adults, not realistic (this is important!). Just read it for fun.

If it's not your thing, don't read it! If it's not your thing, don't read it! If it's not your thing, don't read it!

I died peacefully in my sleep at seventy. I was a famous female explorer.

I was in great shape and never felt old. At sixty-five, I was still climbing mountains.

I don't know why, but I was so healthy my whole life and could eat anything without a problem.

My adventures, big and small, were full of danger, but whenever I ran into trouble, I always managed to turn it around perfectly.

All my life, I shone in the field I loved and fulfilled my dreams.

I showed the whole world that women could become great explorers, too.

Aside from one terrible marriage, my life couldn't have been more complete.

But after I died, I somehow became thirty again and ran into my ex-husband in the underworld, whom I hadn't seen in forty years.

He still looked as handsome as he had in his prime, and gazed at me with a smile.

Ugh! I rolled my eyes. What rotten luck!

I avoided him, but he kept chasing me, shamelessly calling me "wife."

I stopped him from hugging me and said sternly, "Don't call me that. I'm your ex-wife."

He looked at me just as gently as ever, nothing like I remembered him when I was alive.

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