Husband loves to play dead? I made it happen
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Three months after my husband went missing in a skiing accident, I saw him at a bar.
He had his arm slung around "sis-bro" Jamie's shoulder, laughing like he was free from a life sentence. “Thanks to you, dude,” he was saying, "I was starting to forget what real freedom felt like."
His bros were buying him shots, one after another, asking when he was going to surface.
He thought for a second, "I'll give it another week, maybe. Let her sweat it out a bit, you know, drive her crazy before I show my face again."
