At 50, I Became a Widow and a Teenager (in Good Housekeeping)

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Gary, My “High School” Beau, and I

Hello Lovelies,

I’m in Good Housekeeping Again.  And I am so grateful.  Here’s the start:

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I was 50 going on 15, trying to figure out how to live without him. When my husband George died, I was plunged into a second adolescence. Whether I wanted to or not.

George and I were both introverts, content to socialize only with each other. When he became ill with cancer, I acted like an adult, taking care of him and everything else.When he died, I was alone and isolated. We didn’t have kids. I hadn’t worked in over 13 years. I had to do something.

Almost involuntarily, I turned back into an insecure teenager…

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Now please read the rest here.  (Yeah, you’ve got time.  Have a beverage.  Put your feet up) :  I was a Teenager in Good Housekeeping

If you like this, please share.  If you don’t (Or you do), comment on why, I can take it.

Thanks for listening,

Love,
Debbie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

4 Comments

  • Susan says:

    Dear Debbie:
    I found your insightful blog/website recently. I am also a widow, and have been so since January 31, 2013. Losing my best friend and the love of my life sent me into a terrible abyss. I tried joining clubs, and going to grief group counseling, but quickly realized I was living on another planet. I either tried to help others going through the pain, when I could ill afford the emotional transfer, or, was walking through life several feet above the ground in a trance-like state.
    I used to live in the Bay Area (downtown SF) and am now living in Tucson, AZ. I, too, have had some really weird and sometimes amusing (in a sick way) experiences. Your article and blogs are wonderfully therapeutic and I really enjoy reading what oftentimes sounds like my own life. It’s comforting in a strange sense to know I am not alone in my continuing grief; learning about my new normal. Thank you for sharing your walk through the pain time.

    • Debbie says:

      Thank you so much Susan. It does feel like an abyss. It changes but doesn’t end. I’ve written about how being a widow feels like being an alien. My focus is the loss of the love of my life and dealing with that Lonliness, but that isn’t how most other people live. It helps to know there are others who feel the same. Take care

  • azunyth says:

    When he became ill with cancer, I acted like an adult, taking care of him and everything else.When he died, I was alone and isolated. Where is this information?