...decisions. I got entirely too used to Bret making most of the decisions for us, or at least very heavily weighing in when I had decisions to make for myself. It was no secret that he called all the shots. ...
There is no proper term to do justice to the type of tiredness involved in being a grieving, solo Mama. We are overworked, never paid, tapped out, burnt out and worn out. Fatigued and sometimes jaded. Filled with ...
Hot take incoming: Not long after Bret died, I became aware of something that gave me some pretty conflicted feelings. I'm still not sure how to feel about it, even seven+ years later. Bret had been a well-known guy with ...
I have never loved anyone in my life as much as I loved my husband. I have never missed anyone more than I do him. I have never been as changed by the absence of someone as much as I ...
It wasn't by choice for many of us women to live solo. The love of our life left this earth while we expected, believed or hoped to have many more years together. We miss our husband and the life that ...
I remember that day in much more detail than I wish I could. Many folks who've gone through the same or similar traumas have often mentioned that they don't remember much about it; sadly, I remember way too much. I ...
My father’s favorite canned advice, whenever he found me floundering in my academics (which was often) – was “Why don’t you just be a golfer. Women can make good money that way.” I’d no interest in golfing, nor had I ...
I recently read a definition of widow-mom: A woman left alone due to the death of her husband, left to raise a child or children without their father. I know this is truth because it is my life, but it ...
It typically takes a butterfly 7-14 days to emerge from its chrysalis. I am past the seven-year mark now and still trying to hatch. Before I met Bret, I was a completely different person than I am now. And that's ...
We have a choice when it comes to our own grief. We can deny it, stifle the tears, stuff it down, cover it over, and try to bury it. Or we can cry a river, sob, wail, pound our pillow ...