9/11 Widow Really Glad About Terrorist Attack

Doris Maddox has never been happier. Her husband, stockbroker Stephen Maddox, died in the terrorist attack on the World Trade Center, and was by all accounts a vile, horrible person.

"Stephen would come home everyday and literally walk right past me without acknowledging me, head for the kitchen, and grab a six-pack of beer, which he would down within about fifteen minutes. He would then emerge from the kitchen, screaming at me that I wasn't going to see any cock tonight, because his was so sore from being sucked by his secretary all day. It was traumatic for the first nine years, then I just sort of got used to it."

The Maddoxes were high school sweethearts who got married while they were in college. "All I ever wanted to do was get an education, raise a family, and teach art to children." She was accepted to NYU's Art Education program, one of the most prestigious in the country. "I thought it would work out great, because Stephen finished business school early, and got a job in the stock market, so I was going to finish school, then eventually we'd have a child. As a young couple, we had everything going for us. He was very bright, and you couldn't meet a nicer guy, until he realized that wasn‚t going to get him very far."

Once he was working, Stephen Maddox insisted that his wife quit school and "pound out a kid, because all the most successful brokers at his firm had kids. Once I was pregnant, I found out that this wasn‚t even true - only one other broker had a child." Greg Frankel, the other broker, unintentionally inspired an obsessive rivalry in Stephen Maddox. "He would call him The Jew. He would tell me everything that had happened at work that day, comparing his achievements with that of The Jew. This was hard to hear everyday, because I'm Jewish."

"When our daughter Sadie was first born, Stephen had a passing interest in showing off pictures of her at work, but didn't ever really do any parenting to speak of." Then Greg Frankel got promoted and became his boss. For the next seven years, he barely spent anytime at home, vowing to someday "avenge The Jew".

Home life went downhill from there. "Stephen put me on a tight budget, even though I knew he was blowing a lot of money on cocaine and prostitutes. We stopped having sex pretty soon after we had Sadie. I was OK with it, because of all the unprotected sex with strangers he was obviously having."

Then came September 11.

"I remember that morning so vividly. I made his lunch and wished him a good day. He said he'd be home late, because "I'm gonna find me a hot little Asian girl to fuck. Don't wait up." After he left, I remember seriously thinking about killing myself. I know it was selfish, and I'm sure I wouldn‚t have gone through with it because of Sadie, but you have to understand how miserable I was. Then at 10am, I got a call to turn on the news. As I watched the tape of the towers falling, all I could think was, I pray to God he got to work on time."

"The first few weeks were pretty tough, because they hadn't found or identified my husband's body. I kept thinking, maybe he‚ll just walk through that door one day- then I'm fucked! Luckily, he was on a list of dead people's names they released in October. That's when I realized I could now live my life to the motherfucking fullest."

Soon thereafter, huge checks from various victims‚ funds began to arrive in the mail daily. All of a sudden, Doris Maddox was a millionaire. She hired a nanny, and is now enrolled at NYU in Art Education, who offered her a full scholarship, based on her status as a 9/11 widow. "It's pretty funny that I don‚t have to pay for school, because I have so much fucking money, it's sick!"

Doris Maddox is now making plans to use some of the money to start an arts program for kids in New York. "I'm not into having expensive things, so I can only spend so much money on myself."

She's about to close a deal on a house, which she's getting for about a tenth of what it's worth, also because of her husband‚s death. "I just wanted to get out of the house I had with what's-his-face- I have so many hateful memories of that place- it's so freeing to finally have a chance at happiness.

"I do feel bad about all the other victims and their families from time to time, but mostly I just paint, hang out with my daughter, and check the mail for free money every day. I can't imagine life before September 11. It's just such a miserable blur."