Before my husband died, 2½ years ago, I had a real life, friends, a job I loved, and we enjoyed ourselves. Most every Saturday night, we would go out to dinner. We had a favorite Chinese buffet we went to a lot. Great food, and it was cheap, too! Sometimes, after dinner, we'd go to a movie, or shopping. Or just go to Wal-mart, to "walk off" our dinner, and look at stuff.
Once in a while we'd go to a bar, or the comedy club. That was always a hoot! We went to a couple of rock concerts, loved that.
In the summer, we'd go to drive-in movies a lot, and sometimes, we would even watch the movie! We liked going to car shows, and festivals. Went to a civil war re-enactment once, that was cool!
In the winter, if the weather was bad, we'd just order a pizza, and watch a video or a movie on TV.
We never had any shortage of things to do, or places to go. We liked the same things, and I think even more than that, we just enjoyed each other's company. We never ran out of things to talk about, but we didn't have to talk all the time. Our silences were companionable.
Our cat was our child, after all the kids were out of the house. Initially, he didn't want a cat, but was willing to "put up" with it, for me. Naturally, they became the best of friends, lol! He spoiled that cat rotten!
So, I don't think it's so much what you do, but who you do it with! Last month would have been our 10th anniversary. I had dreamed about that, and had big plans. I didn't make it that far with my first marriage, so it was going to be special. I was planning on arranging a hot air balloon ride, they had those in our area. It was something we'd both always wanted to do.
I'm still angry. I try not to be, but it's so not fair! He was too young to be taken away, and I was too young to be a widow! Why did my life have to end at 41?
I pretend to have moved on. That's what everyone told me I had to do, and expected me to do. I hope if I pretend long enough, it'll happen. I'm just going through the motions, though. I get up, remember to breathe in and out, and repeat ad nauseam. I don't do anything much on Saturday nights, or any other night, for that matter, and don't really care.
I was supposed to get married the 26th of this month, but that's been post-poned, indefinitely. I don't think either one of us is ready for that. He's a widower, too. I don't feel anything like I did with Bill. He was my world. My poor cat has never been the same since he died, either. I give him extra love and attention, he kept me going when I couldn't do it for myself, but I can't replace his daddy.
Sorry, I digressed. Fact is, I used to love doing anything on a Saturday night. I was with the one I loved. Now, I feel like all I'm doing is going through the motions until we can be together again. I sort of hope it's soon, but I don't want to leave my other family members, and I don't want my poor cat to be an orphan. He's lost too much already, I don't think he could take losing me, too.
So, that's where I'm at. Used to love doing anything, now I couldn't care less. Sad, huh? Don't pity me, I don't really pity myself. I'm trying to suck it up. I stay mad, so I don't wallow in it. I'm fine. I still have enough motivation to keep breathing in and out, so I'm okay.
I'm going to one of my fiance's grandson's first birthday party today. Being around people, especially a baby, should help. Remind me of new life, new beginnings. He's so cute, too. Hard to be down on such a happy occasion!
2007-10-14 04:38:26
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