Hey, Hey Waffle, gang. I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some

relationship stories and if you do love a Reddit story, why not consider him and a like, subscribe,

maybe that notification bell too. Let's crack on with today's first story. Much love, guys.

Now today's first story is one that we've covered like in the

past on a second or third story and there was never an update for it, but more recently an update

came out and was recovered. So it's from, I, the Aholl, husband, dead ex. And we're going to be

reading the original story first. Feel free to use the timestamps if you want to.

It was titled, I the Ahole for notole for Not Wanting My Husband to Go to His Ex's Funeral.

I'll admit, I'm biased right off the bat.

I couldn't stand her.

I call her his ex to myself and others.

He called her his friend.

We're all in our early 40s and she died recently. Aneurysm. I've been with him

for 10 years now, but he'd known her for 20 plus. The way he tells it, they were friends in college,

decided to date, got married and then realized they weren't a great couple and decided to just be

friends. All that happened years before I met him. He was clear early

on that she was important. A couple of months into dating, it came up that his friend was actually

his ex-wife. He explained the above to me, saying she was one of his closest friends and that it

was purely platonic. I expressed some discomfort at him being so close to an

ex and he told me that's fine. If you have a serious issue with it, let me know now and save

us some time. I'll choose her. I like you and all, but I've known her for over 12 years and she's

one of the most important people in my life. You'll have to be okay with that if you want us to be a thing.

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