I will not be surprised if some of you are horrified at our story. My husband and I worked together for a company in London. He was married to his wife for 5 years. We always got on well but nothing more. Walking to the station in the evening or sitting on a bench together at lunch and eating a sandwich was the extent of our relationship. Showing me photos of the puppy they had recently acquired, that sort of thing. Tragically, his wife (aged 27) was killed in a car accident and my husband never returned to our office. He had been due to leave in any event and take up another job in the West Country. I spoke to him on the phone to express my condolences and offer support if needed, as did most other people at work. Out of the blue, 6 weeks after his wife had passed away, he rang me at home to ask if I would like to meet for a farewell lunch before he moved job and house. We met for lunch on a Saturday and at the end of that day, he asked me to marry him and move away with him. I said Yes! It just seemed totally right! We married 4 months after his wife's tragic accident. The rest is history, we have been married for 36 years, have three grown up children and still live in the area we moved to. His parents were horrified and did not speak to him for 6 months and cut him out of their Wills. My parents were more sanguine. Most of our friends were supportive to our faces but I've since found out who was appalled and that they assumed 'something' had already been going on. I'm not going to pretend that being a second wife when the first has died is easy. The first time he called me by her name was terrible for me but worse for him. I love him to bits and that is all that matters to me.