In turning my blog into a book, which I’m hoping to do, the advice I get from those in the know is that what I’m going through should be a teaching moment for others. It seems that in the last five years the number of marriages of people over 60 have broken up at an alarming rate increase.
Sometimes I think I’ve got a handle on it. Find something you love to do and embrace the fact that your life is your own and you can do what you want without taking anyone else into consideration.
But sometimes that just doesn’t work and it sneaks up on you that you’re alone.
Yesterday was dave’s birthday. I made an entry on facebook about it and said that I’ll be glad when I don’t remember it.
After a few minutes I erased it. Too needy.
But I have to admit that it brought me down all day. I kept thinking that I don’t believe that I can’t acknowledge the birthday of someone who was so close to me.
I try to cheer myself up by remembering stuff like him saying that he wanted to take half my jewelry and oh yeah, “I’m in love with a Japanese woman” always puts a dent in my missing him.
The point of this is what kind of hope can I give other women going through this? Even after over a year it sneaks up on me. But I do admit that those times are rare. Mostly I’m happy.
I wonder if she made him a party.