Six months after my OH died, 2014, I was asked by his good friend why I haven't tried to find another fella. He couldn't understand why what he said was inappropriate and unwanted.
Another said to e that I was 'coping really well' couple of weeks after OH died. What did they expect? For me to sit in a corner moaning and rocking while being all 'whoa is me'. Life goes on after bereavement and things still have to be done.
I still work part time, and am constantly asked why I don't give up work and enjoy my 'retirement'. I work because I want to, it get me out of my house and I enjoy the daily banter with regular early morning customers. To be honest I can't think of anything worse than not have something to do 4 days a week.
Maybe I sound hard, but I have no siblings, mum and dad have passed and my three kids, now adults, all have their own lives. I know they would drop everything if I needed them but I am still here and have to get on with life on my own.