When you look at the images that come up after googling “widow” about half of the pictures are of the spider and the other half are of the Marvel character. (I have to cosplay Black Widow at least once, if only just for the irony.) There’s also a handful of gothic deviantart drawings and a few paintings from the 1800s, a stock photo or two. But none of those images look anything like who I am.
If you were to ask the average person what the first thing they thought of when you say, “widow” was, they’d likely summon an image of an elderly lady or maybe women in war torn 3rd world countries. But they wouldn’t think of someone like me.
I’ve come to understand that the young widowed community is practically invisible in society. No one thinks of a 20-something mother-of-two, who enjoys fantasy novels and hiking…
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