I am so pissed off today. While my marriage to my late husband was not perfect, I will say that we got along perfectly. In our 20 years together, we never fought, and we always respected each other. I am not being delusional. Our friends marveled at that fact.
Now I am in my 40s, widowed. I am in a relationship with a man I do truly love, but I am dealing with so much more drama than I am used to. I hate drama! I don't argue; I talk things out. Conflict, however, comes easily to NG. We get into some kind of disagreement at least once a month. We always work it out, but in the thick of it, I feel awful.
Why did my husband have to die? I know I can't I go back to my boring life where my biggest squabble was who has to go to the kids' soccer games, but I wish I could. Sometimes I thrive in it, and sometimes I hate this new reality.