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Navigating Grief and Loneliness
Grief & Loss / by pioneeringLime6090
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...See more I lost my wife of 22 years two and a half years ago when we were both 51. It’s been a long, painful journey trying to come to terms with her passing. We have two kids—one young adult and one teen. I made it my priority to step in and fill as much of the gap as I could: learning to cook, keeping the house clean, doing laundry, and staying involved in school activities. For a while, I thought I was managing. But there was one aspect I just couldn’t get right. I’m an introvert, and my wife was the social one. She handled all the social interactions while I did the planning. Together, we made a great team, especially since we moved to Canada with no family in North America. It was just the four of us. The community here has been supportive, but after a while, I felt like I needed to set boundaries. When one of my sons mentioned people asking if he had enough to eat or trying to rearrange my fridge, I began to feel like everyone’s solution was that I “should find someone new,” even going as far as trying to fix me up with women, even though I kept saying I wasn’t ready and didn’t know when or if I would be. That made me feel like I was expected to pretend everything was okay. Though it’s been hard, I’ve managed to create a stable environment for my kids. But recently, something happened that really highlighted how alone I am. We had an old car that I was supposed to replace before my wife passed. I kept putting it off because buying a used car meant dealing with a salesman, and I dreaded it. When we bought our first car here, I was the one who researched the dealership and made a list of things to watch out for. My wife was the one who negotiated, and she was amazing at it. Now, with our old car falling apart, I finally had to buy a new one—but I wasn’t ready to deal with the process. I couldn’t ask anyone for help, even though I wanted to. It felt like breaking the boundaries I’d set for myself, and I didn’t want to share my financial situation with anyone. In the end, I bought a new car, but I made a terrible deal on the trade-in value I got for my old car. What really hit me was how isolated I felt. I couldn’t tell anyone how incredibly stupid I felt for not doing a better job of negotiating and ending up with a bad deal. People here would offer “could’ve, should’ve” advice, my family is too far away to help, and if I told them, it would only cause them pain, knowing they’re helpless to assist from afar. It’s been nearly a month, and I can’t shake the feeling that I’m living out a version of Swiss Family Robinson, but with no hope of any  ship coming to rescue me. I can’t go back to my birth country. After 12 years in Canada, my kids see this country as their home and don’t want to leave. Even if they were okay with it, it would mean starting from scratch—new job, new home, new community—and I just can’t do it. I haven’t just lost my wife; I’ve lost my best friend and a part of myself. It’s like having a brain injury—trying to compensate with other parts of my life, but never truly being what we were. It makes me anxious and sad about the future.
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