I've been widowed for the past year and five months. I recently started dating a very nice woman and at this point in our relationship.....I can honestly say I'm in love with her. Previously, I had dated a woman four months after my wife passed and it went sour....however, I believe that if I didn't start seeing someone after my wife's passing I'd be in a very dark place right now. My wife passed away from breast cancer at 34...she left behind two children, a daughter 3 and a son 5. Before my wife had passed, she had told me that she wanted me to be happy no matter how long it took. That was literally one of the last things I heard from her. Furthermore, while she was still of sound mind,(drugs really broke her down and messed with her head towards the end) she specifically told me that if she were to die that I was to go out and find someone for my children to call a mother....someone to fill her role if she wasn't here. Needless to say, when she passed and that loneliness hit after those, "how are you holding up?" calls began to fade, I started to date. Quickly it was labeled as too soon, that I hadn't given myself time to grieve, or with the case with her mom.... I never loved her daughter. My wife was the only woman I had ever been with. At 32...I had to look forward into life as one without her in our lives and that at some point I will love again. So now here I am....in love with another woman and furthermore, having a child with this woman. I'm moving forward with the mindset that I'm fulfilling my duty to my wife, but not everyone agrees. Some think it's a false sense of security and that I haven't grieved the way I should've. So.....with that being said, any input is helpful as far as to how others have felt once meeting someone else. I'm happy right now with my girlfriend so it shouldn't matter...but I'm curious as to how and what other have experienced. Thanks
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