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It was the most difficult experience I've ever gone through. After his death the friendships dried up and people were uncomfortable in my presence. One would imagine that in such a situation people would rally around and offer support but it wasn't like that. It was the opposite.
A nasty side-effect the "widow" situation was the endless stream of men who'd had an interest in me whilst I was married, suddenly standing at my door wanting a piece of the pussy now that the husband was gone. Initially (stupidly) I thought they were being supportive but the offers for dinner and the hands squeezing my butt told a different story. I didn't trust anyone anymore. It got to the point where I was suspicious of all males. Strangley enough, I met my current husband during this time. He was the only guy who didn't try to seduce me or grope me.
The chapter is closed but it doesn't stop me thinking of him or loving him. I still have sadness but it has evolved in the years after his death. I missed him terribly and one day it was gone. I remember telling my mom, very perplexed, that I didn't miss him anymore. I felt guilty about this. My mom said to me it wasn't a bad sign, but a GOOD one because it meant that I was healing.
Sometimes I wonder what would have happened or where I would be if he hadn't died. Would we still be together? Would we have our own house? Where would we be? But I don't spend much time dwelling on these things because it is in the past and a purely hypothetical situation.
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