Widow’s Weeds

By Wednesday, March 7, 2012 0 Permalink

I am trying on suits and dresses. I do not own much black. It is especially draining when one looks so gaunt and sad. Which I do. When I was a child we wore cloaks at school (very quaint school) and I often floated around pretending to be the Scottish Widow or some fictional dramatic damsel. Not sure that would be apt for tomorrow. Though it would solve a wardrobe dilemma and provide a solution for our changeable weather. I think I should write a new dictionary for terms not catered for. Adult orphan. And now, Unmarried widow. I find myself not only alone and lonely but also completely unlabelled. On one hand I have no legal standing, no label, no real status. Yet I have lost my other half. I have no future plans as most of them involved him. And if I am being honest, instigated by him. I receive sympathy cards and calls and ...