My wife and I separated and divorced at the turn of the century. No hanky panky on either side. Just that she got disillusioned with married life with me. She moved in with someone else and eventually they remarried. But he turned out to be a complete moron, even keeping a photo of his favourite hooker in his wallet.
So she left him and moved up here to Scotland. Tragically, she had lived up here only a few months before she fell violently ill and in just 5 weeks, succumbed to cancer. My daughter was at her wits end with panic as she didn't drive and the hospital was over 20 miles away. So she did the only thing she could do and called upon me. I was in two minds about getting involved but decided that she needed help.
So I spent the remainder of my wife's life, holding her hand and helping her through her last days.
I'm happy to say that bridges were mended and we spent some beautiful moments together, right up until the end.
The cruellest irony hit me just afterwards when it occurred to me that I had been by her bedside whilst our daughter came into this world, only to be by her bedside with our daughter, when she left this world!
To get back to the thread topic. It never entered my mind ever, about finding another partner, before or since her passing. Infact , my daughter put it perfectly to someone, who on hearing of her mother, asked "Has your dad got someone else?" To which my daughter apparently answered "No! Mum was the only love of Dads life!"