I am in my 60’s and my spouse passed away 5 months ago. I find on here that there are a lot of widows way younger. I can’t imagine being younger and experiencing this pain. This is so different. What did the spouse die of? Just curious and wish you the best.
I go to bed crying and wake up crying. I lost my husband last week. He was only 42. I wish I could change it somehow. The pain is so hard to bear.
A few weeks ago, my husband tragically passed away in an accident while I was 34 weeks pregnant with our first child. I’m now 36 weeks pregnant and preparing to bring our daughter into the world without her father beside me.
He was my best friend, my safe place, and the love of my life. Becoming a father was his biggest dream, and seeing how excited he was for our baby girl made me love him even more.
What should be one of the happiest times of my life has become the most heartbreaking. I’m trying to navigate grief, prepare for childbirth, and somehow stay strong for our daughter all at the same time.
Some moments still don’t feel real. I miss him more than words can explain, and I honestly don’t know how I’m supposed to do this without him. I just needed somewhere to let this out.
A friend lost her husband last year. I was just wondering how long you think she should wait before getting rid of his clothes. Not the sweatshirt that still smells like him, but emptying the sock drawer and tossing old t-shirts and such.
Thanks.
My first post here so hi everyone, excuse me if I make a mistake or misstep. I lost him recently and we're both in our early 20s. I understand why other widows would say they understand, and other people who lost their person in the same way (which I will not be sharing here.) But I'm sick of so many people telling me about their grandpa, aunt, ex great step nephew once removed's death trying to relate. It physically pains me because it makes me so angry but I don't want to be angry at someone else who's experienced loss of any kind.
Edit: anyone feel free to DM btw, I'm pretty lonely NGL this has made me lose friends (or rather I've cut people from my life who were never real friends)
I miss him so damn much today. 150 days into this. Its hard to believe i will go the rest of my life with out seeing him. ... its getting better but some days its so dang hard! He brought me flowers every 2 weeks and on mother's day he'd buy me plants to do my outside planters. Today i bought my own last week i bought me roses.
It's amazing to me when I read our stories our similar they are.
Me, and other long married spouses...
Young widows who have babies at home...
I'm 58. I met my husband when I was 14. I don't know life without my husband (left just over a year ago).
But when I read the posts with the young widows...they are just as lost.
Here I am...trying to learn how to live my life without him. And my 38 yr old daughter trying to learn to live without her daddy...and I'm just starting to realize that it is just as hard for that 23yr old widow....
This isn't fair.
I recently discovered that I was the victim of a military romance scam. Luckily, I figured it out before sharing too much information and I didn't lose any money. The person found me through a chat space for widows and used my loss to gain my trust. They claimed to have also lost someone and therefore we had a lot to talk about.
Its yet another secondary loss. If the love of my life wasn't gone I would have never been in the position to be taken advantage of. The whole experience made me realize how lonely and vulnerable I really am.
Be diligent. We are all easy targets.
Hi!! I am 48f and have been widowed for almost 2 years. I don't have any children and I don't have any friends around my age who know exactly what I am going through. I have been feeling incredibly lonely the last few months. I live in Albuquerque NM. I have tried dating, but that hasn't gone well. Anyone else feeling like I am??
Being a young widow is honestly so weird and isolating. I look around and everyone my age is getting engaged, married, going on dates, posting their happy little lives… meanwhile I’m over here grieving my husband and trying to figure out how I’m supposed to do life without him
Some days it still doesn’t even feel real. Like there’s no way this is actually my life now. I feel so out of place because most people my age don’t understand this kind of pain unless they’ve lived it themselves.
I joined because grief feels really lonely and I just need to have people around who actually get it. I miss my husband every single day and honestly just take things minute by minute at this point.
What do you do? I’m very confused and angry. My husband was 29 and I’m 27. We have two children, 5 and 3.
How do you move forward? I feel like I’m just distracting myself and my children from the obvious, and like I’m not truly grieving because I still need to care for them.
It’s been tough this week. Overwhelmed by the amount of projects I have to finish. My husband was an outdoors person. Now that it’s nice outside, everything he was in the middle of working on is out there. All his tools and I don’t know what is what. I had to ask for help today and it was hard. I just want to be “done” but stuff keeps coming at me. It’s costing lots of money as well. I didn’t sign up for this and it’s making me feel depressed and out of control. Like I don’t have a say in my own life. Even if I were to just sell this house, I’d still have to deal with this stuff before could. I’m just tired and stressed and overwhelmed. How has your week been?
how has it already been two weeks since I woke up to him already gone? I graduated today, and I hated it. I hated being there. I hated feeling happy. I hated that he wasn't in the crowd cheering for me after all this time supporting me. I hate how I have to keep going and feel like I have to hide my tears from my little ones because they worry about me when they see me cry. Our oldest graduates from high school in about 3 weeks, and I hate that she will probably feel some of these feelings I felt today. I hate how I have to just not think about him, so I don't just fall apart. I need space, I need silence, I need to be alone.
I am widowed, in my 70s and live alone in a house that I own. I’m currently working on getting bids for an exterior paint job. I am very cautious about the info I provide. I always say “we” even though it’s only me, I stay vague on personal info over all.
I get cloying approaches like I’m a doddering old lady, or almost outright gaslighting of pricing info. I’ve felt targeted for being a single female and an older female. I swear I’m gonna hire a big 40 year old guy to be my “beard”for the next bid!
Women, how are you dealing with this?
It’s 7 am, and I’m checking in for a lab appt. An acquaintance sees me and follows me into the room. She works there and proceeds to tell me she is sorry for my loss and then ramble on about some other stuff. My brain is not there, I’m trying to function out in public, there is another complete stranger in front of me that is trying to check me in. And now I have this awkwardness. (Remember how we are tired of telling random strangers that our spouse died?) and now that complete stranger is saying sorry for my loss. I really just wanted to get my labs done and not deal with this.
I know people mean well. But I feel like when you are a widow and you are out in public, you are just trying to cope. Like if you want to say sorry for your loss, I feel like it should be said privately or timing should be key. I’m just tired. This would be a reason for moving to a new town to start over.
My fiancé died unexpectedly from cancer 8months ago, just 10 days before we were getting married.
It was second time for us both. We did everything together. No big groups of friends.
When all financials are sorted, I’d like to go.
No one really understands how I feel.
My parents died 4 years ago, 3 weeks apart. No illness. That was devastating and I thought the worst thing possible. but life carried on and I got back to normal.
i have no normal now, just an empty life with no one to love me in the only way your partner can.
I hate listening to folk talking about their booked holidays, I hate seeing caravans - we have a tourer and absolutely loved our holidays. I hate seeing old folk walking hand in hand - that’s all I ever wanted - to be normal with a loving caring respectful man…. and I had that.
We were due to retire early soon to enjoy our freedom after working and saving. To be free.
Ive stopped working as I have no patience with anyone or anything now.
I read, watch TV and drink wine.
I have a sister who I love but she has her own life to live, which is how it should be.
I miss my man every minute of every day.
I was transported to the hospital this past week by ambulance. Diagnosis "broken heart syndrome". I beg my husband daily to come get me. I am begging God to end this torment. I can only hope that this journey is coming to an end.
How should they go about it?
Have a relative whose in this situation and I'm concerned about her. Not sure how to support her in this regard.
I can't proclaim to feel what she's feeling so it would be hypocritical to tell her she should be focusing on finding love again.
My husband, of 50 years, died in Dec 2024. He had Lewy Body Dementia and I was his sole caregiver. His death was a relief for both of us. We did everything together. every year in May we would take off for a week vacation somewhere sunny and warm so we would rent a house with a pool and just swim all day and lay around and grill dinners. I'm really lonely. Recently I reconnected with someone I had a relationship with 52 years ago, he is single. We met for lunch and the spark was there. I visited at his home for an afternoon, nice time. Saw him again yesterday and we were having a nice time but nothing deep or serious. He wanted to do some outside chores and asked if it was OK to leave me alone in the house for a little while. I was sitting on the couch and he was standing right in front of me his legs touching my knees close. No biggie, then asked if I thought about spending the night because he wanted to get his hands on these and he reached out and cupped both of my breasts. I was so surprised that he would do that and I didn't say anything. He left and went outside, I gathered myself and walked to the car and left without saying anything to him. I feel so deflated, I just did not expect a grown man would feel that he had a right to touch me like that, like it would make me want to fall into bed with him. I don't know why I am even writing this except that it helps to put it out there so I can get it off my mind.
I am 55, and I was widowed over 20 years ago, 2003 to be exact. I was 32, had a 6 month old baby, and it was really hard.
I raised my child. I remained when my kid was 7. I dated that guy for 3 years. We divorced 2 years ago. To say I have experienced loneliness is the understatement of the century. Being widowed with a baby suddenly was traumatic. But, nothing prepared me for the aftermath of my divorce. My ex husband did not love my son. He gaslit me when I asked if he loved him and showed concern for their relationship. So, I divorced him. That was the straw. The camel was limping by then and struggling to walk. But, realizing he truly did not love my kid was the straw. We were married 14 years. I was married to my late husband 9 years.
I have now met someone and been dating them for 8 months. I am madly and deeply in love. I did not know or remember this feeling. It's incredible. But, I find myself not believing it's real. That it's a figment of my imagination. That I will wake up and it will all be over. I have wondered if anyone else is this way,not believing in it. Fearing it falling apart. I've broken up with him multiple times, only to realize I was just running. But, when people ask me about him, I feel like I'm describing something so wild and crazy. I get nervous and silly. Really afraid of sharing. But, I also want everyone to know. I am ready to share. I feel like this can't possibly be happening to me. For all the years I was married to my second husband, I resolved myself to being disappointed. I could stay positive and hopeful, because he was "not too bad". But, Not too bad was cold as ice. And it hurt. It hurt to not have someone understand your need to love your kid, to get jealous of your kid, to force you into misery over choosing.
I chose my kid. I should never have had to choose. Gaslight guy was happy to see me struggle. My boyfriend is really partner material. I hope we can make it work. My son has not accepted him. I hope he will in time.