My world shattered when I became a widow. I am now attempting to reassemble the broken shards into something damaged, fractured, and scarred, yet beautiful.
Lately, I’ve been discussing dating and relationships at great length with my “uncoupled” friends. I’m purposely choosing a variation of Gwyneth Paltrow’s euphemism on being single because I’ve been talking to both widows and my “normie” divorced friends about the subject, so it’s less a widow thing and more a single woman thing. Dating for […]
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If it seems that I’ve been somewhat MIA here, you’re right. My time is not my own these days and I don’t get many opportunities to sit at my computer and tell you what’s going on with me – I prefer to actually be out there trying to live my life again. Part of that […]
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I looked at myself naked in my bathroom mirror the other day. Really looked at myself. And, in some ways, it’s as if I’m seeing myself for the very first time. Have my boobs always looked like that, or have even they changed since A’s death? They just look different to me somehow. Are they […]
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Since becoming widowed, I have been told, in essence, that the second year of grief is more difficult than the first. I have heard it said so many times that I felt there must be some truth to it. I’m only a few weeks into my “Year Two” and probably unqualified to really weigh in […]
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