Dating after death of husband

31-Jan-2017 18:46 by 2 Comments

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I know I bring unusual baggage, but I want to love again, and I know he'd want this for me.My new partner won't be in competition with my dead one because that would be an impossible situation for all involved. While I'm out walking my Pomeranian puppy, Thomas, a cute runner smiles at me.

And even months afterward, I felt so entirely asexual that when a friend asked me who I would sleep with next, I nearly vomited.

While playful flirting used to come easily to me, now it feels like I'm re-learning a language I once spoke fluently.

I've let friends and colleagues know I'm ready to date again.

The rock broke away, he fell 1000 feet and died instantly.

It was four and a half days before his body was found.

For all our ups and downs, resulting largely because we are/were (there is no verb tense that accurately applies when one of you is alive and the other is dead) among the two most stubborn people of all time, we always felt connected. I feel I died when he did, and the body I inhabit is a replicate.

The person I was before and the person I am after look the same, but the "after" me bears a scar so deep she can't adequately describe it.

We dated on and off until his death, but our "off" periods were confusing even to us because we were each other's best friends.

As he frequently said, he loved that we never ran out of things to talk about and that he was always attracted to me. We loved each other deeply and trusted each other implicitly, and the sex was consistently phenomenal.

What follows is a seven-day diary of the steps I'm taking to reclaim my sexuality, which, I hope, will eventually culminate in sex with someone I like and who likes me. Despite Seattle's unusually bitter cold, he is wearing shorts and his legs appear to have been sculpted by Michelangelo.

My neighborhood features large numbers of artists and gays (as I like to say, "We belong to the same union") and he runs by too fast for me to determine if he's straight, but I don't care.

When his body was found, his food was still in my refrigerator and his things were scattered around my home.