Sometimes life isn’t right

The other day I met with an acquaintance I haven’t met in a long time. The story of her life left me with a bitter taste. She was married for 13 years gave birth to two children. What he’s experienced these years seems hard to imagine (humiliations, beatings, threats). She had two divorce attempts but. . . . . . . . After 13 years he had the power to say stop so it can’t be done. A traumatic period followed. She was wanted, threatened (if she meets her on the street with a man, she kills them both). After four years at the insistence of an acquaintance, he agrees to meet a man. His wife had died four years ago of liver cancer, he had two children. She tells me that for the next 16 years she lived the best time of her life. Because he was an extraordinary, kind and gentle man. Even his relationship with his kids was a good one. Everything was fine and beautiful until the remittor found out that he is sick. Liver cancer. Like her said history 20 years ago, she was repatated. Three months after the diagnosis he dies. Two years after his death he can’t accept that he’s no longer and wonders why life is unfair sometimes. Because although she has a good relationship with her children and his people, she’s the only one because everyone has their own family.