I suppose for anyone who is suddenly thrust into a new life without warning, the change can be somewhat jarring. There are things to learn that you never had to do before, emotional places you'd never thought you would reach, friends you make, friends you lose, relationships you start, relationships that grenade on you....all things you never thought you would do before. For me, from the unique perspective of young widowhood, I can plainly say that this shit is hard. It sucks. I lost my best friend, the one I would run to and talk to when all of the hard stuff happened. When I grieve, I'm not just grieving for me, but two young, impressionable boys who now don't have a dad.
I grieve for the loss of my hopes and dreams for my little, complete family.
I grieve for the milestones I am going to have to see and do alone.
I grieve for the loss of the one person on this earth who really, TRULY understood me.
I grieve for the loss of fun, happy-go-lucky me.
I'm even trying the dating thing again, and damn does it suck. I never realized how intolerant I have become of other people's crap. Or how fiercely independent I have become. Or how I apparently constantly have "mad face" (aka resting bitch face) on. It seems like everything starts out okay and then WHACK! The controlling, damaging, negative behavior rears it's ugly head in them. I get that some, if not most, of the people available out there in the dating scene right now have some baggage. I have more baggage than most, but if there is one thing I will not tolerate is someone throwing their overstuffed baggage at me, expecting me to lug it up and down stairs through an entire airport. Not happening. Own your own crap. If I care about you, I will help you unpack that baggage, but if you are going to start repacking your baggage into mine, we are going to have issues. A wise man once told me that love should lift you up, not put you down.
So do I just take it in stride that everyone is inherently broken and I should just settle for something that I think isn't right? Do I just accept that my life from November 8, 2012 forward is just going to suck and I just have to deal with it? How did I turn from the girl who saw the world through rose colored glasses the the woman who is the world's biggest people pleaser? Have I really become that bitter, jaded person I was always afraid of becoming? I can't really be that desperate for love, can I?
Sometimes I wonder if I do these things to myself on purpose...if I get into a headspace where I feel as if I am not good enough for anyone, so why bother pursuing something that I am so sure is going to blow up in my face anyway. Talking doesn't help. Yelling doesn't help. Stony silence doesn't help.
This shit is hard.