Catching a Glimpse, I Think~

10247334_663989760322628_2365256712188876165_n.jpgI'm so sad that Chuck died and I don't know anymore if it's sadness that is emptiness inside me or emptiness with sadness and there is a burning wish in my soul to force myself into some semblance of feeling again, of connectedness again.

In the last few weeks I've caught a glimpse, I think, into the world of soldiers and Marines who return from the war zones, having defied death, seen their buddies die, who have had their hearts pierced with the tenuousness of life.  

So often, I've read in numerous memoirs, they return to their so called normal lives but they go out and buy fast motorcycles, faster cars; they become thrill seekers.  And I think I have some understanding of what goes on in their heads and hearts as they look at life around them.  Just a glimpse, really, because their experiences are ever so much more than mine has been.

I don't think that they're courting death so much as they're trying to find something...anything...that might make them feel again.  Something that will overcome the grief-filled apathy that comes along with numbness.  Something that will help them connect again to the living, maybe jump-start the very breath in their lungs. 

That's where I am in these last few weeks.  I feel within me an urge to push, push, push beyond comfort zones, stretch outside of any and all boundaries.  

As more time has passed since Chuck's death, the emptiness inside me grows.  Irrespective of my kids and grands and friends and other family, all of whom I love dearly, I feel completely alone.  Life goes on, as it should.  Yes, I know I'm loved by so many and I am so blessed with that, but those relationships don't replace being someone's someone, do they?  

What is this growing sense of wanting to live on the edge?  Do I want to sky-dive?  Ride the rapids? No on both. Honestly, my first thought is to go out somewhere, anywhere, and go crazy with lovers.  Not in a one-night stand way but in a getting to know a man and then having wild and crazy sex with him.  And even as I write this, I realize that this crazy urge is the result of the distinct lack of intimacy in my life since Chuck died.  It has to do with the disconnect with my sense of female-ness and connecting with male energy so that I can (might) experience that again.  It has to do with wanting to be hugged and kissed and touched by a strong man.  Even though I want desperately for that man to be Chuck.

I can't stand it that he died.  I can't stand it that I'm a widow.  I'm sad and it's overwhelming and it makes me think what the fuck I'm just going to find a decent guy and have wild and crazy sex and then maybe....maybe it will be enough of a distraction that I'll get a break and...breathe.

I don't know.  I really don't know anything anymore.  Except lots of confusion. And emptiness filled with his absence.           


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  • Antonella Totino
    commented 2018-07-20 07:02:44 -0700
    Love your honesty.
    I too don’t know what the hell I am doing or supposed to be doing. ALL I want to do is run away but where and How? But the sorrow will always be with me. Every freaking second.
    You are right about being alone. Even with your children, family and friends.
    My children have lost their beloved daddy. I lost my daddy too but I was able to continue on. My children miss their dad every minute and yet they are able to go out with their friends and girlfriends. Friends and family continue on.
    ME? I’m home alone when my kids go out. I’m alone when I wake up. I’m alone when I walk the dog in the early hours.
    I have had to take on a new role. alone. After being married for 29 years, How do I do this alone? 8 months of loneliness and yes, confusion.