Tonight I ate Popcorners for dinner. I just couldn’t make an another decision and they were sitting in front of my face as I stared into the pantry for the fifth time trying to decide what to have for dinner. This has been most nights lately, where I have no idea what I’m going to have until I finally have it.

Since I lost my husband almost 8 months ago, every decision has fallen on me. From the big decisions to the decisions as little as making dinner for myself, and it feels like sometimes I can’t do it anymore. I find myself asking out loud to Jonathan, should I do this or should I do that? Should I wear this shirt or should I wear that shirt? Should I put my hair in a braid today or should I put it in a bun? Should I put foot pajamas on our son tonight or just socks with shirt and pants pajamas? Where should I take the car in for an oil change, a quick place or the place where we have the big car problems fixed? What electric company should I get to replace our electric panel?

It’s all on me. Some days I just don’t know how I can make another choice. Indecisiveness is something I’ve always struggled with because of my anxiety disorders. Jonathan was always there to help me figure it out, never telling me what to do but helping me see all the sides and come to an answer together. And that’s one of the things I miss most, is having a partner to bounce ideas off of about our lives. Because I can ask for advice from friends and family, but they’re not living this life and so they won’t know the right answer.

Jonathan always knew the right answer. And after almost eight months, I wish that the decisions were getting easier, but I actually think I’m just getting more worn out. I wish I knew the answer to how to fix this, but I’m alone. And I don’t think there is fixing this. There’s nothing really that gets fixed in grief.