You can find tons of articles online with titles like “Why It’s Great To Be Single For The Holidays.”
Widowed for the holidays? Not so much. Especially the first go-round.
“The holidays must be hell for you,” one friend messaged me on Facebook.
“I know the holidays must be difficult. Thinking of you,” said another.
Actually, I want to reply, I was doing rather well until you messaged me and told me how crappy I must be feeling. I know you meant well, but seriously: Next time, just say “Happy Thanksgiving” and leave it at that. Or just leave me alone.
Because you are just making things much, much worse by telling me I’m supposed to be depressed.
I know my wife died. I am trying to make things as normal as possible for myself and my two sons.
Stop rubbing salt in the fucking wound, OK?