Widows & Widowers Support Group
This community is dedicated to those who have lost a husband, wife, or partner. Anything is open for discussion here, with the hope that we can focus on grief, bereavement, life after loss, and continuing on after a great loss.
Hi everybody,
It has been approximately 13 1/2 months since my husband, Matthew, passed away suddenly. 13 1/2 months and I find myself so damn angry. I mean ANGRY! I'm angry at everybody - my doorman who smiles and asks me "how are you?" the 30 something mothers and their babies in Whole Foods, the couples in Starbucks, my superivsor who just got married, my young colleagues who leave work on a Friday before a three day weekend with the knowledge that they will be with their spouses ..I hate my life and I hate everybody who has no idea what it's like to lose their soulmate.
Is anybody else here dealing with this?
K
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Now I'm just sad. Currently I'm marking when my husband was in a hospital last year and I was restricted from seeing him these 2 mos. So my grief is surging a little. It's hard to believe it all happened. I don't need to explain, and yes I look around and am aware of all the people who have someone to love/interact with and go home to and I feel like an outcast. It's even different from being single because single is lonely but doesn't carry the burden of grief and longing around like we do over someone who will never return.
All I can say is look up and draw close to God because he is close to us-the brokenhearted...
Hugs,
Val
"Suffering the Death of a Loved One", by Susan Anderson.
Widowed? Why me?
During this phase, no matter how dignified a front we provided to the outside world, most of us inevitably came upon an agonizing feeling of “Why me.” Intellectually we knew we weren’t the only ones experiencing loss – there were billions before us and billions to come. We didn’t want to seem self-centered, but we were dealing with something so difficult. Rage bubbled up. Death had zeroed in on our lives, pulling the rug out from underneath us while the rest of the world went on about its usual business: Why me?
Because we had built some trust, within the intimacy of the group we were able to share moments of feeling sorry for ourselves. Self pity is a highly stigmatized and shame-ridden state. We might not show our self-pity in public, but how could we possibly not feel terribly sad over what we had lost? To deny feeling sorry for ourselves is a cruel trick of society, when such sorrow is real.
We were grappling with what it meant to be a Widow[er], most of us resenting the term, even while knowing full well that it applied. We were actively grieving the “We.” We wailed in protest: “Why did this have to happen?” For many, our longing and grief were mixed with burning anger over the circumstances of the death as well as the condition of our current lives. “My husband was killed by a drunk driver. I was so angry all of the time, I forgot what normal felt like.”