This isn’t their fault. But it is your reality. The friend filter is brutal: it shows you who can sit in the darkness with you, and who needs you to turn the lights back on immediately. You won’t believe this one when you first become a widow. I didn't. But around month four or five, something terrible and wonderful happens.
A Fellow Traveler on the Worst Road Trip widow whammy
You aren’t just grieving.
There’s a moment, somewhere between the last spoonful of lukewarm casserole and the first phone call to the life insurance company, where you realize you aren’t just sad. This isn’t their fault
You laugh. A real laugh. A snort-laugh at a stupid meme. widow whammy