I was widowed 2.5 years ago and started dating someone around 6 months later (who I’m still with.) There’s no timeline for grief. In fact, it’s probably something that i’ll carry with me as long as I live, but I know he’d want me to move on and live a happy life.

We’re so incredibly fucked.

In addition to her being terrible, the length of her neck freaks me out. You can’t unsee it.

Also doing the wine & ciggie (plus weed for good measure) thing way more often than I used to. I think I’m actually in the denial stage of grief, which is a pretty fucked up reaction to an election. But this shit show just keeps getting bleaker and bleaker with each passing day. And it’s been less than a week, FFS!

The healing process is definitely an ongoing thing. We’ve been through some shit that I don’t recommend nor wish on even the worst type of person, but I’m insistent on enjoying my life. I have an amazing bf and group of close friends that will let me vent, rage, or cry whenever. He’d want me to make the absolute most…

I’ve been caring for my 15 year old dog who just had an eyeball removed and is hating me and his e-collar right now and my mom who has late stage ms and is hospitalized with advanced pneumonia... And then Leonard Cohen goes and dies. Wine and weed are my only salvation in this clusterfuck of a week.

I lost my hubs going on 2 years ago to a glioblastoma multiforme (aggressive brain cancer). I agree with everything you said, especially the part about the well meaning person’s attempts at understanding and empathy. Thanks for sharing, internet friend. I’m proud of you and Mr. Oswalt.