Licking the Envelope of a Sympathy Card
This is part 2 (see “I Shaved My Legs”) Part of the guilt of grief is simply moving forward with life. The more forceful aspect involves the other gender. I had not looked twice at other men for twelve years out of respect for my husband. I didn’t want to. And yet here I was, with an inner battle brewing as I no longer carried the title of wife. I felt guilty for so quickly wondering how I would feel loved and important as life tumbled forward. Would I ever have sex agai
I Shaved My Legs
There is something I rarely discuss about grief. It is a pretty horrible feeling that gnaws at all of us and tends to play on repeat in our mind. We squirm and want to hide as we shoulder its shame. I wish I hadn’t….. Why did I….. I hope no one finds out… Guilt. An emotion that doesn’t easily turn off. Think of that one thing you really regret from your past. Did your heart sink and your stomach turn when it came to mind? I never expected guilt after my sweet husband A
