The Truth About Young Widowhood

And as much as I hate that word, it is who I am.  Now.

When I was writing my first few posts, I was writing for others .  Other people who might not understand what it is like to be a widow.  Might not understand loss.  Might not understand the depth of this pain.

So, I was editing it for them.  Sugar-coating it.  Because I didn’t want to offend anyone.  I was writing from the surface.  The false surface, or mask, that I put on each day for the rest of the world.

I didn’t want to be all TMI, and get too deep into my feelings.  I didn’t want any readers to wonder why I was sharing this wretchedness so publicly.

But ya know what?  That’s not what this is all about.  I want to be honest.  I want to be REAL.  I am so sick of pretending.

And I think that by being real, by not wearing a mask when I write this blog, I will be able to accomplish what I had intended in the first place.

What did I intend, you may ask?

I intended to share my story.  My TRUE story.

And in doing so, find others who can relate to this horrible situation.  Find others like me.  And I hoped by finding others, I wouldn’t feel so alone, so isolated in this horror story that has become my life.

I also thought that maybe this blog might even help someone else.  I would share our daily life, and maybe it would help some young widow out there just get through “one of those days.”  Because I’ve had many, many of those days…

Because as much as we wish the world would stop turning the minute our husbands died, it didn’t.  Time keeps moving.

And we keep going on because we HAVE to.

That’s right we HAVE to.  We don’t get to crawl into a hole and cry for the rest of our lives.  We HAVE to get up, take care of our kids, go to our jobs, clean our houses, pay our bills, and just fall back into the life we were living before, even though it is a life that will never be the same again.

So there you have it.  That is my reflection of the early posts of this blog.  And it is the new original direction that it is headed in.

From now on, no more sugar-coating.  I will be REAL.  I will be HONEST.

I WILL write about what being a young widow with young children is ACTUALLY like.

And that is what I am thinking about TODAY!

Is there any young widow out there reading this?  How do you cope?  Do you wear a mask too?  I’d LOVE to hear from you.