Day Forty-One As A Widow

9 09 2014

Frustrations on frustrations today. Read the rest of this entry »





Day Thirty-two As A Widow

31 08 2014

I’m not quite sure why, but to-day I’ve been reliving, for lack of a better word, our first night in London.  Or rather Farnborough, outside of London.  Read the rest of this entry »





Day Twenty-Two As A Widow

21 08 2014

It’s been twenty-two days and it still feels like it only began this morning, and yet, it feels as though I’ve been trudging through this horror for years.  I cannot rightly explain the complexity of the two parallels being felt simultaneously.  Read the rest of this entry »





Day Twenty-One As A Widow

20 08 2014

I am really not liking the attorney I’ve hired.  I wish I’d stuck with my gut when I first met the witch!  I knew I didn’t like her, much less trust her.  But I kept convincing myself that I was the one being defensive and judgmental – unnecessarily! Read the rest of this entry »





Day Seven As A Widow

6 08 2014

The kids spent the night at their friends’ house and I just needed a bit of normalcy, so I went to work to eat breakfast with everyone.  It was nice, but the faces that they look at me with, as though I am a fragile china tea cup, teetering on the edge of a table…

They lurch forward as if they are thinking of hugging me and then they think better of it and just stare at me.  Just be normal, I wanted to scream at them.  Bitch about your husbands, your kids, your bills – stop acting as though I might break in front of you.





Day Six As A Widow

5 08 2014

The girls are going to spend at least tonight and maybe tomorrow night at their friends’ house which I am sure is great for them to get out of this dungeon of horrid thoughts and painful memories, but it leaves me alone to face this hell. Read the rest of this entry »





Day Five As A Widow

4 08 2014

Got up early this morning and thought we would tend to the flowers.  There were so many beautiful arrangements, which is a bit disheartening as I had hoped the money would go to our friend’s baby instead.  Why else say in lieu of flowers?  Especially when these were partly wilted already by the time we arrived and will just be dismantled and put about in a nursing home for others who will soon have their own oversized arrangements? Read the rest of this entry »








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