I’ve noticed something about myself recently. I’m pretty sure it’s not a new phenomenon, but it’s been very evident over the past 4 or 5 months.
Its been especially noticeable to me in the last few weeks.
I put most everyone before me.
I will shove whatever’s going on with me aside in favour of what’s going on for everyone else.
I stopped blogging, for the most part, because I was afraid of hurting someone. I stopped posting pictures of me and my husband because I didn’t want to upset someone.
I never asked him what he was feeling about it.
I never asked him if it WOULD hurt him.
When we first got together, I asked him if he was strong enough to handle my grief. I asked him if he was able to deal with the fact that I WOULD cry over my husband. I asked him if he would be able to handle seeing me upset.
He told me he would. He did research. He has given me no reason, through words or actions, to believe anything different.
But then… somehow, somewhere in MY head, I became afraid. I worried that my posts like the one the other day about how I want my life back would make him think I didn’t want the life we have and are building.
The reality is that I need to express my grief. I need to cry. I need to blog. I need to talk to my widowed friends. I need to go to Camp Widow and run my regional group and I need to be a widow.
It doesn’t change the fact that I am also his girlfriend and for the most part, that’s where my life is.
He’s my Chapter 2. He’s my “and then.” He’s my future.
And I still grieve over Mark.
I was trying to balance things that didn’t need balancing. I was stuck in my own head and that is never a good place to be.
A conversation with him cleared things up.
You’ll be hearing from me more often. That much silence means I have a LOT to say. :p
I’m done balancing. I’m going to work more on communication.
And then… chapter 2. 🙂