I had a dream the other night, wherein I had a boyfriend. I was glad I had mustered the courage to date and was happily dating a very nice, attractive man. We were hanging out together. Then something happened.
My husband showed up.
I said what every widow would say upon seeing her beloved husband. “What are you doing here? I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!” Awkward. Fortunately, my husband and boyfriend spent the time looking at each other in a rather perplexed manner, without speaking.
Mercifully, I woke up before the inevitable “conversations” occurred. Whew.
Talk about living “My Favorite Wife” or “Move Over, Darling”. Yikes!
What’s with that? What is my subconscious trying to tell me? Am I ready to start dating? Will I ever be ready to start dating? Those of you who have dated, did you “reach a point” where you were comfortable about dating, or did it just happen?
My inquiring subconscious wants to know.
Dating has been very confusing for me. I didn’t go out on a date until over three years after my husband’s death. It was a very conflicting experience for me. The date was a very innocent dinner date with a very old friend. But when I came home I felt like I had been unfaithful to my husband. But I really enjoyed having male companionship. I called my daughter who reassured me I had not done anything wrong.
I’m not sure I have any good advice but I know I really miss the companionship which is enjoyed with marriage. I’m hoping over time I can become more comfortable with moving forward with someone new. Maybe this is how everyone feels.