12 weeks on from my wife’s death and I’ve realised all anyone want’s to hear from me when they ask, is that “everything is fine, I’m doing okay”!
At least 80% of my friends have vanished completely and I never see them or even receive a text. Of the few who have kept some contact with me, it is very obvious hearing the truth about the nightmare I am living is awkward, inconvenient or otherwise not what they want to hear. Sitting with a man in his forties in tears is just too much for them, so for their sake I put on a front and act the way they are most comfortable with.
I gather this is fairly normal. I was warned before my wife’s death that this would happen, by forums such as this and also from friends… ironically from many of the ones who have now disappeared. It’s presumably human nature or perhaps our western culture that manifests its phobia of death in this kind of behaviour. I’m no doubt guilty of acting this way to others in the past before I understood grief first hand as I do now.
This is a lonely road and it seems for me at least, I have no choice but to walk it alone. I hope one day I can use this experience to be a better friend to another when they inevitably go through this in their life.