I saw my chance

Divorced and relocated, I was starting again at 52. No ongoing payments to my ex-wife and children, so I made a clean break. Not the favor of the month with any of them, so I relocated several states away and didn't bother to tell them where I was going. They wouldn't have cared anyway, I bought a 3bedroom house in a quiet neighborhood. Planning to keep a low profile for a time, but my new neighbor 61 had other ideas. He was a know all and expected to be told everything. He got shocked when I refused to co-operate. So, a testy relationship developed with him. His wife 55 was the quiet downtrodden type you hear and read about. I hadn't heard her even speak in the first 3months I was there. I kept to myself mostly and rarely interacted with any of neighbors at all. I heard my self-important neighbor complaining about someone mowing their lawn on a Sunday afternoon. So, the next Sunday I mowed my lawn about the same time, to ensure he realized I don't follow his orders. He yelled at me, and I ignored him as usual for me at the time. Several weeks later he had a turn I heard at a department store and suffered a heart attack while arguing with the manager. Rushed to hospital, he passed away next day. I thought if he just chilled out more and not stick his nose into everything, he may be still alive. A week later his wife was alone all the relatives had returned home after funeral. She just continued on as before, but at least she talked more, and we started having talks at the fence. She was setup fairly well and had no real problems but being so quiet. You had to see her to be sure she was alright, after several days no sign of her I went over just to check on her. I found her sewing and watching TV, we talked, and I asked her out to see a movie. Mainly to get her out and about, but I really enjoyed her company, so more dates followed. Finally, I saw my chance she was really relaxed around me, and I made a move. Getting to kiss and feel her up, a good first start I thought, and she agreed to go out with me again. So next date I kissed her again and stayed the night with her and she was quite willing to please me. That started a sexual relationship between us. That was regular and fulfilling for us both, I'm not one to muck about. So, I asked her to marry me, and she agreed. A simple wedding followed, and she moved in with me selling her home. In the year since she has come out of her shell, you could say. She is more confidant and we're getting on really well. She now has her own point of view and will argue it. Before she just went along with her late husband, I'm quite happy with the change in her and never wanted a doormat as a wife. What's more my children have met her and like her and we've reconnected over the last few months.