I met a man. I like him a lot. He’s intelligent, funny, kind, interesting, and philosophical – all traits I desire in a partner. He says he likes me a lot, too – and he shows it in many ways. He’s kind, attentive, and treats me like a queen. He holds my hand when we walk and when we sit together in restaurants. He takes me out to dinners and taverns and showers me with attention – and time seems to stand still when we’re together. He told me he’s smitten with me. I love that word, “smitten.” It’s my new favorite word… and the feeling is mutual.
Then why do I keep feeling such sadness? When I return home from a date with stars in my eyes, why do I seem to feel a sense of loss? In the midst of experiencing happiness, why do I randomly start to cry for no apparent reason? Why does it feel like my heart is breaking when it’s actually suddenly and unexpectedly so full?
I guess I know the answer to that question.
It’s an elusive feeling this time. The grief. The heartbreak. This makes it all final. Rick is gone and he’s never coming back. Another man is holding my hand, telling me he’s crazy about me, kissing me, “smitten” with me. And it’s one of the most bittersweet things I’ve encountered on this long, complicated grief journey.
I guess it’s time to revisit the Hope for Widows blogs that I skipped before, the ones that were written by widows who found their “chapter twos.” I had no reason to read them. In fact, looking back, I think it actually made me uncomfortable to ponder the idea that I would ever find a man who would hold my interest. I finally embraced the idea of dating, but didn’t ever truly envision more than that. It’s time to read the accounts of other widows who’ve gone this way before. To see that I’m not alone in what I’m feeling.
So, here I am, I’m happy/sad, thrilled/despairing, excited/depressed. I have a burgeoning connection with a man. I look forward to getting to know him better and better. Yet, I despair that I am “replacing” Rick.
There are similarities (and differences) between this man and Rick. He’s extremely strong, yet gentle (but not as big). He’s intelligent and clever (but he’s not a writer). He’s funny and makes me laugh (but it’s a different sense of humor). I get lost in our conversation, and when he kisses me, Rick is the farthest thing from my mind. Then suddenly, he’ll make a movement or say something that will remind me of first dates from long ago. Or I’ll feel that little lurch in my heart, and it’s a familiar twinge – after feeling nothing for so long. Yes, “bittersweet” is the perfect word for the feelings I’m experiencing.
I’ve been alone a long time now: in August, it will be four years. For two of them, I grieved and never entertained the idea of another relationship. Then I began dating, and I dated lots of men. When the pandemic hit and the logistics of dating became more difficult, I still messaged and talked to men. And it seemed awkward to me sometimes – being out with men after years of being committed to one man. But none of them felt like “the one,” the one I connected with, was attracted to, felt comfortable with. The one I could picture having something real with. The one who checked all the boxes – and who wanted to be with me as much as I do him.
So with this man, it’s all new. It’s mutual and it’s exciting and I look forward to the next time I see him. But opening this door means the door behind me is irretrievably closed. And it signals a final ending to the story of Rick and Gerry. The wooing, the marriage, the joys, the adventures, the love, the passion, the despairs, and the final awful moments when I held his hand at the end of our time together…. when “til death do us part” became a reality.
Beginning this new story can’t help but remind me that the last story has ended. I knew it, of course, logically. My life has changed drastically in the years since Rick’s death, and although I know the grieving never truly ends, it does bare its teeth a little more now and then. This is one of those times.
So I sit here feeling hope, joy, and excitement at the possibilities of a happiness that I never envisioned. But with these emotions comes pain at the remembrance of a love that once was and that will never be again – and it’s all part of the heartbreak of a new beginning.
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