Ways in which widowhood SUX #44 Father’s Day Edition

Widowhood SUX because it’s Father’s Day and he’s not here to be appreciated.  Instead we are left to “pay tribute” to the wonderful loving father that he was.

~ Steph C. (that’s me)

Ways in which widowhood SUX #43

Widowhood SUX because I never arrive home to find that *surprise* the house is cleaned up, or dinner is ready, or we have tickets to see a show.

~ Barbara, Riverside, CA

Ways in which widowhood SUX #42

Widowhood SUX because if after years of widowhood you finally get your mojo back enough to go on a date and it doesn’t work out, they blame it on grief issues relating to your dead husband.  The assumption is that a widow should be “grateful” for any man to be her knight in shining armor.  Can I puke now?

~ Donnell, Williamstown, WV

Ways in which widowhood SUX #41

Widowhood SUX because when you come home from a long day at work there is no adult there to have a conversation with.  And it really SUX when you are a teacher and are with kids all day and that’s all you come home to, too…

~ Christina, Georgia

Ways in which widowhood SUX #40

Widowhood SUX because now you belong to an exclusive club that no one ever wants membership to.

~ Erin, Springfield, OR

Ways in which widowhood SUX #39

Widowhood SUX because when your husband isn’t around to keep your emotions on an even keel, you make up for it by being mean to his friends who were only trying to help.

~ Francis, Garfield, WA

Ways in which widowhood SUX #38

Widowhood SUX because because you’re unwittingly forced to choose between the lesser of two evils: dating or being alone forever.

You got married to never have to worry about either…..

~ Steph C (that’s me)

Ways in which widowhood SUX #37

Widowhood SUX because there’s no one to tell me when I’m being an idiot.

~ Francis, Garfield, WA

Ways in which Widowhood SUX #36

Widowhood SUX because it’s no fun going to bed alone.

~ Doug, Hattiesburg, MS

Ways in which widowhood SUX #35

Widowhood SUX because our plans for the future have now become faded dreams.

~ Cathy, New Port Richey, FL