Hi sweetie,
Not such a great day today. I bailed out of the WN city GTG but Arline came back and invited me to join her and other widow ladies at the Seaford diner on Tuesday. So I guess I can manage that. The kids have just been shitty today. I loaned Billy $15 yesterday so he could participate in two magic card tournaments and wouldn?t you know he whined, complained and was totally unhelpful today. And Kristin, who has a cold, was having a tantrum because I didn?t feel like taking them to the mall. She screamed and carried on, and I couldn?t believe it. So I went upstairs and took a nap. But first I pointed out to the kids that I go online a hell of a lot less than I used to, and we?re also doing a hell of a lot more than we used to. I guess they couldn?t argue there.
I was so bored last night I thought for fun I would go through and surf through match.com and I found a widower who sounds like YOU. I wrote to him and he?s written back twice now. His name is Teddy. I?ll respond to David when he writes me but I think he?s still missing Melany very much. His posts have become short and sparse and just the tone?he?s down. He?s begun moving into his second year and is having a harder time now. So many people say that!
I would like to keep writing to Teddy because he seems so nice but I also want to keep things very slow. I think Teddy?s wife just died in October and so that means he?s really new in the grief journey, unless it?s October of 2000. I guess we?ll see. He has two grown children and three grandchildren, likes to read, watch movies, walk on the beach, listen to music?sound familiar? I should view this as sorta like talking with Bernie or John, who are both online buddies, nothing romantic or as you would?ve said ?nothing for me to worry about?? and I would?ve said, ?nah, just friends.?
Trying to start over again is a really depressing concept although Nancy, Cheryl and Robin all tell me oh you?re young?ugh. The thought of being intimate with someone else?ack! It gives me the creeps.
I love you and miss you,
Me