WELCOME

PaulaFB-1Widow. The word conjures up images of frail little old ladies in long black dresses, adjusting veiled black hats with bony crooked fingers, red-rimmed eyes imploring the heavens above. I like to think of myself as the updated version, Widow 2.0. There’s no such thing as a typical widow. We arrived at different times in our lives with unique stories to tell, but the common denominator of widowhood is strong. Although you may feel alone – you’re not. 

After you’ve had your fill of widow casseroles – So sorry your husband’s gone, here eat this – feed your soul here on my blog, and join the journey. You’ll find the best books to read, other widow sites to visit, and helpful links. You’ll get support enduring widow angst and gut-wrenching grief, surviving survivor guilt and dealing with the bullshit barometer. After experiencing tragedy, you may find yourself incapable of bullshit and diplomacy – that’s OK, we get a free pass.

55 thoughts on “WELCOME

  1. Someone from my Al Anon group forwarded me your NYT article. Thank you. My partner struggled to stay sober and 3 weeks ago he took his own life, leaving me to find him. As hard as I tried, I could not save him from himself. We were together for 7 years. I was afraid to marry him. The guilt is crushing. I’m so glad I am not alone.

    • Annie….I just read your comment from June 8th…..I feel like I wrote it….My partner struggled too and we were together for 9 years…..I never admitted it but I was afraid to marry him also…he took his life 6 weeks ago and I found him …..I have been going to Alanon for 3 weeks and find it very helpful but you are right the guilt is crushing. He left a 13yr old daughter that i helped raise for 9 years and now I see only once a week….I feel as I have lost both of them….and then there is his family……another story. We are not alone….although at times it feels that way…anne

  2. My husband took his life on June 8 and almost took mine with him. He also moved to his home office and drank in the basement. He had a job, a beautiful garden, two children, and two dogs that he loved. When confronted with a choice of us or vodka, he chose the vodka and then death. It was like living with Jekyll and Hyde. The straw that broke the camel’s back was picking him up from the police station after a DUI at 4 am. He told me the car was slightly dented. It was totaled. The cover up lying was another pathological facet.

  3. I am so sorry to hear of your loss. it seems like we all have the same story and are left with the devastation. We are not alone and wish things could be different. keep talking and sharing your story…anne

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