So, as some may know, (especially those on my Facebook who may have read my messages), on Monday, it was 2 years since my husband's heart attack, and on Sunday, it will be 2 years since he passed.
All the books say grieving takes place over the first year, and then they add, but everyone has their own timetable. The thing is, I feel as if I am expected to adhere to that 1 year time frame, and the fact that I still grieve after 2 years makes me seem like I am wallowing in my misery instead of trying to move on.
I am at a difficult point.
If I show too much grief, I run the risk of having people roll their eyes and say, "Get over it already, woman. It's been 2 years."
If I act in ways that seem to show I am over him, I have people who seem to feel I have personally insulted their sensibilities because I am not supposed to act so casual about the death of a husband.
I am from a small town, and a lot of people knew my husband.
My personal life is, apparently, the subject of much conversation.
People have asked my daughter if I am dating.
I'm not, but if I was, it's none of their damned business.
I think I have come a long way in the grieving process. I think I have reached a point where I am not so heartsick and fragile as I once was.
There are still days when I sit and cry, or when I just want to lie in bed, but they are not every day.
I am always thinking about him, but it's now in a way that makes me treasure his memory instead of sobbing with sorrow that he's gone.
June is always going to be a tough month to get through, I think, because our wedding anniversary was June 7.
Next year, I think it will be especially difficult because there will be a sad reminder that we should have been celebrating 25 years of marriage.
Father's Day gets tossed in there, too.
Then, there is always going to be the third week of June, with all its daily reminders as I recall each day sitting in the hospital by his bed, praying and hoping he would recover.
So far, I have managed to book holidays from work each year so I don't have to deal with the crap and stress of the job while I get through this sad anniversary date.
Maybe there will come a time when I can't have a holiday in this week.
I don't know. I will deal with that when it comes.
The main thing is that I really wish I was not under the magnifying glass for so many people to pass judgment on how I should behave as a widow.
All the books say grieving takes place over the first year, and then they add, but everyone has their own timetable. The thing is, I feel as if I am expected to adhere to that 1 year time frame, and the fact that I still grieve after 2 years makes me seem like I am wallowing in my misery instead of trying to move on.
I am at a difficult point.
If I show too much grief, I run the risk of having people roll their eyes and say, "Get over it already, woman. It's been 2 years."
If I act in ways that seem to show I am over him, I have people who seem to feel I have personally insulted their sensibilities because I am not supposed to act so casual about the death of a husband.
I am from a small town, and a lot of people knew my husband.
My personal life is, apparently, the subject of much conversation.
People have asked my daughter if I am dating.
I'm not, but if I was, it's none of their damned business.
I think I have come a long way in the grieving process. I think I have reached a point where I am not so heartsick and fragile as I once was.
There are still days when I sit and cry, or when I just want to lie in bed, but they are not every day.
I am always thinking about him, but it's now in a way that makes me treasure his memory instead of sobbing with sorrow that he's gone.
June is always going to be a tough month to get through, I think, because our wedding anniversary was June 7.
Next year, I think it will be especially difficult because there will be a sad reminder that we should have been celebrating 25 years of marriage.
Father's Day gets tossed in there, too.
Then, there is always going to be the third week of June, with all its daily reminders as I recall each day sitting in the hospital by his bed, praying and hoping he would recover.
So far, I have managed to book holidays from work each year so I don't have to deal with the crap and stress of the job while I get through this sad anniversary date.
Maybe there will come a time when I can't have a holiday in this week.
I don't know. I will deal with that when it comes.
The main thing is that I really wish I was not under the magnifying glass for so many people to pass judgment on how I should behave as a widow.
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