I am so sorry for your loss. How long has it been since your loss?
a year,i thought it would get easier with time .it isn't happenning
Do you have children/grandchildren/hobbies/job?
no i don't,i have a son but haven't seen him for 10 years ,he does not like me and blames me a lot for the way his life is.i have 3 grandchildren but because of the relationship with my son I don't see them either.very complicated.no work now I spent a lot of my time being carer for pete .I'm fine today yesterday was a bad day.than you for replying to my question.i just have to keep getting and and getting on with it. thanks again.
Keep posting and reading here. You will find LOTS of support to help you through the tough times. The more you post, the more support. So don't hesitate to post, post, post. Look at the different groups available on this site and join as many as you think are appropriate. As you said:"fine today, yesterday was a bad day." I try to remember that when I'm having a hard time. Please trust that with time the really bad days will be far fewer.
Are there any grief support groups in your area? A local hospice office (even if Pete was not in hospice) will probably offer support and help put you in touch with local people who are personally familiar with this awful journey that none of us wanted to take. Hang in there. Sending hugs across the wires.
Sorry to hear you're estranged from your family, just when you need them now.
You need to keep your friends close.and I'm sure your Pete wouldn't want you to suffer so much and feel so lonely. It's the one thing that helps me at the moment, knowing that Brian would not want me to be too downbeat. He enjoyed life.
One day at a time and keep your mind open to new experiences.
A year is not long. There is no timeline on grief.
I know in my first year, half of it was numb and I couldn't think clearly at all.
I'm now in my 4th year and there are more good days than bad.
Hugs to you.
So sorry for your loss. It has been 4 years for me. I have 4 sons and 2 have left the state with my grandchildren. My husband was self employed and I kept business running first 3 years and was going to split with the 3 sons who were involved. Resentment, anger and jealousy has destroyed are relationship, when in reality I owe them nothing. Feel since my husband is gone my family falling apart so I know the feeling of being alone and lost well. You are still grieving at one year and will always miss your husband and believe stress compounds grief. Just try to live the best you can day to day and take care of your needs first. Judy
I wonder if I will ever be "happy". After Doug died my mother-in-law said to me. "You won't be happy for 20 years, sorry to tell you that". Here spouse died about 25 years ago.
I just fill my time, I mow the lawn, take care of my yard, do my part time job, try to make new friends at a local "meetup group" just for widows/widowers. My pets are the most important part of life.
Each day I do the fake until it's real thing. Pretend I am happy, sometimes I kind of am. Sometimes I get lucky when I am out & actually get to have a nice conversation with someone. For me that is a treat, as I have no children, & what I do have for a family is basically just acquaintances.
I am use to doing things on my own as Doug & I had no common interests, he curled & golfed I did road trips and went antiquing with my little dog. So that part has stayed the same I just have 4 pets now so I am not alone. When I travel I take my pets.
I was 4 years May 21. It is better, the volume has turned down on the grief & despair, but life still sucks & not enjoyable.
I am told God has a purpose, I'm 53 years old now, it would be good to know is. My grandmothers died at 100. I don't want the last 50 years of my life to be alone.
I had a similar situation, Frank and I were everything to each other. (No kids together). So much love. After he died, I decided to try and take all the love I couldn't give him anymore, and send it out into the world. The world needs a lot of love. I sponsor three kids in an orphanage in Tanzania and I volunteer at a food shelf that keeps me busy 3 afternoons a week. It gets me out with people too. It has really saved me. I hope you can find something to live for and find some happiness again.
There are so, so many variables to grief, I've learned. You have to be very careful with what you say because it gets taken wrong and then you feel worse, Desare. We had no kids either. No family. So now it's just me at 51. When I try to explain how it is to be in a situation in which you don't have kids pulling at you, or parents to take care of, or other obligations to take your mind off your grief, people think I'm saying that I'm worse off than others. That is not it at all. I'm just trying to say that when there are no other obligations to take you away, you fall into yourself and your grief. You relive every moment that you spent with the person and your heart breaks over and over and over again. You no longer enjoy the taste of your favorite dessert. Nothing is enjoyable anymore. You have moments at work or at some point during your day in which you smile or laugh and then express surprise inwardly that you were laughing. Then a short while later, you cry at the guilt of having had a light moment when this terrible thing has happened.
I have no interest in getting involved with anyone else. I have no interest in taking up hobbies that I was never interested in before. We were homebodies that outfitted our place with all of the things we like. That is a curse now that I have to live with. Friends who used to offer support have long moved on from this tragedy. I'm not blaming them for doing that. I don't expect their days to be filled with pining for him to be back among us. What hurts terribly is reaching out for an ear and being ignored because people are tired of watching you be sad. That is not friendship in my book. I learned that support and outreach from friends-- even those that knew you for many years-- does indeed have an expiration date.
It was just a year and half ago that this happened to me. I have been going through a very hard time. It takes every ounce of my being to get up and go to work in the morning and when I come home, I lay on the couch and cry. I cry myself to sleep at night, wake up the next day and repeat the cycle. Some weeks are not as bad as this one. July is full of memories: our anniversary of dating and our wedding, his birthday. Maybe that is what triggered it. I don't know.
Whatever it is. I'm just lost and sad. I'm functioning on a daily basis and don't feel the need to seek help because no one can take away the sad, nor do I want them to try to help me force away the sad. When it goes, it goes. And if it never does, I'm fine with that too.
So sorry for your loss.