Since losing my husband, I have been going through a sort of rebirth.
I have been trying on different hats, looking for what best fits the person that I am now.
I have had some successes. And I have made plenty of errors.
But I own every single one of them.
I do not know what all of the pieces of the “new me” look like, so I am experimenting until I can make myself whole again.
Throughout the past 14 months I have shared bits and pieces of what I am doing with non-widowed people and I have been met with shock and judgment.
And to be honest with you, it hurts.
I do not like the looks of disapproval. I do not like the change in their tone of voice or the questioning look in their eye. I do not like the obvious change in the dynamic of…
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