I lost my husband unexpectedly just shy of 5 months ago. He was 30. We'd only been together for 2.5 years, but I knew instantly he was the one. We would have been married for 2 years next month. The day after his funeral his mom came over to open cards with me, and offered to stay and help me pack up his things. I about fell off my chair. I could barely spit out a polite that's not happening. I have taken to locking the door into our house so I don't have to worry about whether or not something will disappear. She can get into the garage if she needs to leave anything, and despite feeling like she wouldn't take anything after her comment that day I worried.
We bought a house 3 months before he passed and I cannot tell you the number of people that had an opinion that first week on whether I should keep or sell our home. My own family commented that since he passed I could sell and move closer to home (they're about an hour away).
In December after confiding in two separate people that the holidays would be hard without him as would the 3rd anniversary of our 1st date, which was 2 days after Christmas. In response I had one person tell me I should see a counselor because when her husband cheated on her a counselor helped. I had another person tell me I should see a counselor because he did marriage counseling 10+ years ago and the counselor helped him focus on what he had and what was important.
I've also had numerous people in the last 5 months reassure me that I'll find someone new and move on. Some even include stories about people who lost a spouse young and 5 years later are dating someone. Not sure how that's supposed to make me feel better when I'm grieving. We had a brief window together, but after some bad relationships we'd both found the love of our life. We had dreams and plans that were all shattered in a moment.
