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Gina, thank you for walking beside me on the road to healing. Means so much. Lots of love, my friend.

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I try thinking about looking for love again, but I can barely hold that thought for a second. Picture a tortoise poking its head out, blink, and pull back in. Nope we say.

And thanks for nudging me to understand what Substack is. And here I am.

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I totally get that, Joan. I was that tortoise, too. I guess life is what happens when the tortoise is making other plans. 🤔 But welcome to Substack!

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Oh, gosh. I'm sorry that this doesn't end well, but glad for the re-energizing of a romantic way of being. Perhaps the next person who comes along will be worthy. And I guess maybe you dodged a bullet way back when when he got engaged the first time?

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Roger all of that, Valerie. Such wise words. Thank you for your thoughts and your presence.

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My daughter died 5 years ago and I feel like year 5 is the worst yet...but grief measurements are stratospheric it seems. THANK YOU for this. And I can’t wait for part two! I too have been a single mom for over 20 years...have ‘dated’ about 3 times in 5 years...ugh...I will live vicariously through your words😉😎

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Elaine, all the love for all your heartbreaks 💔💜❤️‍🩹

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Judy, my heart is heavy with grief for you. Every year is hideous in its own way, but I agree about year 5. It's long enough that it has changed everything in my reality everwhere, but it still feels like just a heartbeat ago. (Spoiler alert: I am off the dating train for a while.;) Know I am with you on this journey.

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