I entered a relationship very shortly after my wife died. (Hi, I havenāt been on tumblr in years and I donāt remember if I shared this. My wife died. Nearly 3 years ago. By suicide.)
And I lost some people with her death. Some that I needed to lose and others justā¦fell away. People donāt know how to handle suicide. I get it. But it was all traumatic as fuck. And my dear friend became my main community and my support and my love and somehow she became the tourniquet that kept me from bleeding out, so to speak, and then covid happened and my communities just got smaller and smaller and smaller but she was there and and andā¦
We broke up last week and the pain of both losses is all hitting me at once. I didnāt have to be *fully* alone when my wife died because I had this friend and person who had seen me through the traumas leading up to her death. Someone who was there. And now Iām justā¦hereā¦in my little houseā¦in this city where I donāt have many people anymoreā¦avoiding going home to āfamilyā because fuck if Iām gonna have to be around THAT in addition to all these feelings.
I spent my birthday texting a suicide hotline. A fucking useless one at that because, bless their hearts, how can a hotline expect to fill the role of connection when you actually donāt want connection at all? When you canāt even answer the phone if itās someone you know calling. Iām safe and all that. But fuck. Thereās my real life update for anyone who wants it. I donāt know how the human race evolved to live such long lives. I think 30-40 years is plenty.