I (57M, now a ghost) was married to my dazzlingly beautiful wife (22F, still alive) for six blissful years. Everyone thought our relationship was odd — a midlife philosopher falling hard for a much younger artist — but from the start, she truly felt like my soulmate. We lived in a cozy cottage, spent evenings discussing poetry, and she even painted me once (“with love,” she said). I thought my life was perfect.
Until the night she stabbed me. I’d just finished reading her a sonnet when she appeared at the door holding my favorite kitchen knife. Before I could say, “Is that for vegetables?” she lunged. Next thing I knew, I was looking down at my own body and realizing soulmates apparently aren’t immortal.
I did what any reasonable ghost would do: haunted her. At first, I expected angry poltergeist vibes — breaking dishes, flickering lights — but grief overwhelmed me. I watched her move my stuff into boxes labeled “Goodwill.” I whispered poetry until the lights flickered. She seemed unfazed, even cheerful.
Turns out, a life insurance payout and freedom from my endless philosophy talks suited her. She threw parties, never flinched when I made books fly, and told her friends she “finally had space to breathe.”
Was I the spectral asshole for not letting her move on? For months, I made the pipes rattle and tried to mess up her dates (all of whom seemed to love ghost stories, by the way). I couldn’t stop watching as she rebranded herself on social media: “Widowed young but thriving!” I even caught her streaming my murder story online. The betrayal stung, but I kept haunting — partly out of love, mostly because it killed me (pun intended) to see how little I mattered.
Last week she staged a séance and told everyone, “If my ex is listening, please let me be happy.” For a moment, I considered moving to the afterlife — maybe haunt Plato instead — but I’m stuck, unsure if staying is selfish.
Was I ever more than a cautionary ghost? Am I the only one angry that my best years became her tragic backstory?
So Reddit, AIO for haunting my wife after she killed me? Should I let her mourn in peace, or do I get to stick around and remind her what murder really costs?
