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Short and Sweet Summary: We widows need to stop apologizing for things we shouldn’t be sorry for. It’s time to put a moratorium on saying “I’m sorry” if you find yourself apologizing when grief or happiness or love or any other action or emotion makes others uncomfortable.
Do you apologize too much? Say “I’m sorry” when you aren’t really sorry or have nothing to be sorry for?
My 15-year-old asked me several months ago, “Why are you always saying sorry?” Teenage boys barely notice that the sun came up today. But my son noticed how often I apologize.
It doesn’t matter if I feel bad for the way I’m grieving or if a traffic jam messed up my commute, I’ll apologize for it.
I need to stop apologizing.
You need to stop apologizing.
We widows need to stop apologizng and start living an unapologetic life.
Widows should never apologize for the following 5 things:
Never Apologize for How You Grieve
Grief is a personal journey and no one can tell you the best way to do it. How you grieve is how you grieve. There’s no right way. Or wrong way. No “better” way.
But, do you sometimes feel societal pressure to stop crying? Do you ever say, “I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t be crying about this anymore?” or anything remotely related to apologizing for your grief?
I’ve apologized to my friends for having to listen to my story “again.” I apologize when my tears make others uncomfortable. That’s the worst. Trying to make others feel better when my heart feels like it’s being twisted in a vice.
But I’m not going to apologize anymore. Widows need to stop apologizing for the days that grief brings us to our knees. Grief doesn’t have a timeline and we don’t get to decide when it pays us a visit. There’s no need to apologize for feeling the feelings as often and for as long as you need.
It’s called being human.
Never Apologize for Cursing Your Dead Husband
I curse my dead husband. I do. When I walk past his picture I sometimes growl.
Is it just me?
When the weight of the world is on my shoulders, I blame him. For everything. For dying. If you’ve ever cursed your dead husband for dying and admit it openly, we are most likely widow twins.
After I growl I sometimes yell “how dare you leave me here to deal with this crap all by myself!”
I know I’m not bat-shit crazy. I mean, I know he didn’t mean to die. He didn’t tempt fate and ride a motorcycle without a helmet or inject heroin laced with fentanyl.
He got brain cancer. Terminal cancer with zero chance of survival.
And he’s not here. I am. His absence left a gaping hole so wide I sometimes don’t know how to navigate it. I’ve gerry-rigged imaginary bridges and hobbled together make-believe steps to try and close the gap. But more often than not, my poor craftsmanship gives way and sends me spiraling down the grief abyss. Falling and flailing until someone throws me a lifeline and I claw my way back to the top.
I curse my dead husband and then I feel bad. I apologize to the air. And to the Universe. I say I’m sorry for being mad at someone for dying.
Now I’m going to put a moratorium on apologies.
Widows need to stop apologizing for being mad at their dead husbands.
Unless it’s just me.
I will not apologize anymoer for doing whatever it takes to feel better even if that means feeling sad first.
Never Apologize for Doing What Brings You Joy
It seems like everyone has an opinion about what you should do post-widowhood.
You should, “start dating.” Or you shouldn’t date because it’s “too soon.”
It would be a good idea, friends say, to go back to work. Or don’t work. Work from home. Take a sabbatical.
Move. Don’t move. Change your surroundings. Don’t change your surroundings.
The thing is, opinions are like assholes. Everybody has one. So DO WHAT BRINGS YOU JOY. And don’t ever apologize for whatever “it” is.
It’s so typical for us to go into a somber mode when someone comments on how “well” you’re doing or how “great” you look. Does it ever make you feel like you’re not supposed to be doing well or looking good?
As if doing well or looking good means you’re not grieving enough?
Finding joy in widowhood is a tall order. When you do find things that bring you joy, don’t apologize for it. Don’t undercut your progress by belittling the tremendous fortitude it takes to find joy in the midst of so much pain. Don’t feel like you need to justify one ounce of how you arrived at your current state of contentedness.
Sometimes the joy sticks around for a while. Other times it’s short-lived. I take my joy whenever I can get it these days and I’ve stopped apologizing for being happy on my happy days.
Never Apologize for Trusting Your Instinct
I can’t always explain why I do the things I do or make the decisions I make, but much of my decision-making comes directly from my gut. My brain tries to shut my instinct down and get all stodgy-professor about my decisions. You know, the tsk tsk voice that criticizes and shames you.
Brain: Why on earth would you decide to take your disrespectful teenager on vacation to a nice beach resort where he can be even lazier and more disrespectful than he is at home? Statistics show that unless you show him you mean business and hold him accountable for his actions, the irrepressible behavior will continue.
Gut: These family times are more important than either of you realize right now. He will remember the times you loved him enough to include him in all of your family functions even though his eye rolls raised your blood pressure to unnecessary levels. These family moments, when you didn’t turn your back on his moody ass, will remain in his memory forever.
Do you see how much kinder my gut is? I know that I make my best decisions from my intuition. Somehow, someway my accumulated beliefs and experiences help to light the way. It’s like an internal GPS. I don’t always know how to get where I’m going, but I have faith that I’ll eventually arrive.
My gut isn’t a pushover. I’ve had plenty of days when I tell my teenager flat out that I don’t want to be in the same room with his scowling face. I don’t condone the disrespectful behavior and undesirable actions have consequences. Always. But teenagers, as a whole, are a miserable, moody bunch.
If your teenager isn’t miserable and moody please contact me ASAP so I can get my hands on some of the fairy dust you sprinkle on your kids to make them nice. I need some, stat!
The bottom line is we widows need to stop apologizing for trusting our intuition and making decisions that won’t always make sense to everyone else.
Never Apologize for Falling in Love Again
A bad thing happened. Your spouse died. But it didn’t happen to you. Or because of you. Or because you’re you.
It just happened.
What part of going through intense, emotional, gut-wrenching grief makes you believe you should apologize for finding love again? This nonsense about I found my one true love and now that he’s gone I’ve resigned myself to be alone forever is just that. Nonsense.
You are worthy of 1,000 great loves if you’re lucky enough to find that many. Love doesn’t have limits. It’s not punitive. It’s doesn’t keep score and decide that you had one so you can’t have any more.
Love wants you to love. In whatever form and however often it shows up.
Don’t apologize for it!
My husband didn’t want me to be alone. I was widowed at 44 and that’s pretty young to spend the rest of my life alone. Yes, I was lucky enough that he specifically told me his wishes so I knew I had his blessing to date after his death. But even if he didn’t spell it out for me, I would know instinctually, from my crazy-good intuition, that he would never want me to be alone and unhappy. Like, ever.
If you’re lucky enough to find a Chapter 2, shout it from the freakin’ rooftops! Please don’t apologize for finding joy or reveling in companionship again. Or being happy.
You are allowed to be happy. And in love.
Please don’t downplay or apologize, EVER, for finding love again.
Widow Wrap Up
Let’s put a moratorium on the unnecessary apologies. I know I need to stop apologizing for things that don’t require an apology. You too?
No more “I’m sorry” for being happy or trusting your gut. Stop saying “I’m sorry” for being mad at your dead husband. We can only take so much. Some of that anger and frustration has to go somewhere else.
And if you all in love again, hallelujah! Enjoy the hell out of it!
No more I’m sorry’s.
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