Like so many who have fallen into abuse, I rationalized that I could help him to change. He needed me. Having failed to save my husband, I wanted to save someone, even someone who wasn’t very nice to me.
A few modest suggestions for the newly widowed as they grieve and begin to regroup.
When I was widowed, I couldn't stop thinking I was doing it wrong. But all we really have to do is to stop judging our own grieving.
To be widow is to be a shape shifter. We move through different phases redefining ourselves after our loss.
My quarantine resolution: to reconcile with gratitude. Otherwise, it’s too hard to live with someone this bitter.
