In exactly 1 week would be my 6 month anniversary to George. However, tonight I decided to make the jump and change my Facebook relationship status to widowed.
I thought George’s page was fully memorialized but when I made the switch, on his page my name disappeared from his status. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Something so trite really pulled at my heart and I quickly wrote a feedback complaint to Facebook. But it’s silly. Facebook is this virtual world, so why does it hurt? I need to start pulling my life together and working further into this new one. And I look at pictures and randomly remember memories from my last life. of course I miss George, but I’m getting to the point where my grief is becoming more about the life I lost with him. Not just about him. Maybe this is the next process in the grieving.
I’m also at the breaking point of women who are teetering around the age of 30 posting sob stories about their break ups on Facebook and how lonely they are. Listen, woe-is-me, you have NO IDEA what loneliness feels like. Your fiancé who cheated on you and contracted a viral disease– you just saved yourself a world of hell rather than going through with signing those papers. So do yourself a favor and go out have a drink and celebrate how you avoided a massive life mistake. And then delete your Facebook account so no one else wastes any brain cells on your goddamn pathetic story of how life sucks. Being married for 2 months and then widowed is a shit storm of suck.
That’s my rant and I have no regrets about it.