I couldn’t agree more. It isn’t always easy when long distances are a factor and you have to navigate other people’s opinions and judgements. But, like it says in the Good Book - walk a mile in my shoes before you judge me.
Like you, and many others, I went through the stage of not wanting to carry on, life was just too bleak and too hard. I came to my senses. Only one person died that day, and no way was the Grim Reaper getting a BOGOF deal.
I joined this site, got chatting to others, including Ron who happened to mention he lived in the area I was born in. It feels like it was meant to be, despite the snares.
I have many widowed friends, some from the first time around, 22 years ago. All of them are happy, or content. Many have new partners, some have the sort of relationships you describe. They go out for dinner, the theatre and go on holiday together, splitting the bills and having separate rooms.
I agree that humans are social beings, I have never been good on my own and I am truly thankful that I have met someone very special. We live 200 miles apart, each having our own families and houses, but spend a lot of time together whenever we can.
It’s uplifting to read your post and I wish you and your lovely partner all the very best.
Jane xx