This blog will be a bit touch and go, because widows have to be careful. There's wolves out there. Whenever, even after years, after my mother-in-law lost her husband, whenever someone would call for him, she'd say, "He's not here, i'll let him know you called."
The other day - and the lady didn't mean to offend - a girlfriend referred to me as "single." Held my peace, she is a wonderful friend. i ain't single. Single holds the connotation of looking - or realizing ya dun hit th' wall...sa-mack! That yer so out of the market. Well, so flipping what, bein' ouddath' market! What am i? A pair of pants?
i ain't single, no-how! i am a widow, and my late Husband is (in the words of my grandma, describing her late Husband) "is a tough act to follow." And yeah, it's only been a few months since my Husband's passing, but the Lord Jesus keep me from the entire foolishness - that wwaaaayyyy too many old ladies get in involved in.
Looked at several widow-blog lists, and many talk about dating. Makes me want to vomit! And these days, dating carries the connotation of fornicatin'-goin'-on. Uhm, that's sin. Is peewee worth going to hell for? Oh, i don't think so.
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