Brain Activity. Or Something~

I’m so fucking lonely without Chuck. Not because I don’t know how to be alone, duh…but because I loved being with him and around him and breathing in his scent and looking into his eyes and because I was in love with him. Duh. What does me being lonely without him have to do with not knowing how to be alone? If you love someone, I’d think you like to be with them, but maybe that’s just me.
My body aches for him.
I wish I cared that I don’t care about the future, but I don’t care that I don’t care.
I wonder what it would be like to kiss another man. Will it freak me out or will it intrigue me?
Chuck hoped that I’d find another man to love someday.
I don’t care that Chuck would want me to be happy. Let him be the one to live this life without me, then we’ll talk.
I hate drama of any sort. People who get upset over bullshit irritate the shit out of me. And naming something as bullshit is a personal judgement, yes.
Do I hate being on the road or do I love being on the road? I don’t know. All that I do know is that it’s the only life I have, and the only life I can imagine.
I dream of a pristine hotel room with clean, soft sheets and a nearby, equally pristine bathroom with a huge soaking tub even though I don’t like taking baths. Lovely scented lotions line the rim of the tub.
I feel so hardened. Not bitter, just hardened from surviving. From doing it on my own.
I can’t say that I’ve learned anything of value with Chuck’s death. I was already deeply compassionate and loving and caring. What exactly am I supposed to have learned from Chuck’s death? How strong I am? I already knew I was strong before he died. So did he.
This is bullshit.
I love my kids deeply. Also my grandkids. And none of those relationships replace what I had with Chuck. Why does that surprise anyone?
Chuck was the handsomest man I ever met. Still the handsomest man I’ve ever seen. It seems to me that there are an awful lot of men who don’t take care of themselves physically. For god’s sake, stop wearing what I consider pedal pushers; those baggy shorts that hit right below the knees. Especially denim ones. You look stupid. Wear a clean t-shirt. Know how to dress up if the occasion calls for it.
Are there any real men left in our world? Masculine men? I don’t think there are.
I miss Chuck’s sexiness. He was an excellent lover. He could turn me on with a glance.
I feel aimless in life. Mostly it’s just something to get through each day, til I can go to sleep again.
I used to hate night times. Now I appreciate them so that I can be completely alone and not have to put forth energy into interacting with others.
I cry frequently, when I’m alone.
I look so strong on the outside.  Looks are deceiving.
I long to dance with Chuck again, moving against him, his arms around me.
I look at women who have their husbands around, who seem to hate having their husbands around, who bitch and complain at them and micromanage them and get pissy especially over shit that doesn’t matter, and I wonder what the fuck is wrong with this world, that my husband is dead and theirs is alive.
I also look at women who look at me, as a widow, those who judge my grief and wonder why I’m not over it, and think…yeah, just wait and see what it’s like for you, sister. Just wait. And I hope to god you have compassionate people around you when it happens. Because it’s pure, fucking, unadulterated, fucking hell that I wouldn’t wish on anyone.
I get that death is a part of life. When someone says that to me, I just want to respond to them What the fuck does that have to do with anything?
Sunsets make me cry. So does looking at a full moon. The beauty of both reminds me of watching them with Chuck. No, the memories don’t make me feel better. They make me miss him more, okay? What the fuck makes you think that remembering the good times makes me feel better?
I do remember the good times.  That’s why I’m sad, for god fucking sake. There are no more good times to be had with the one I had them with, and…that makes me so sad that I can’t stand it.
How do I keep getting up each day? And why do I keep getting up each day? I hate that about me.
Sometimes, like a comet flashing across the sky, images of Chuck on his deathbed come to me and freak me out again. When was the last time he was conscious and looked at me, I wonder? Did he glance at me for a last time and I wasn’t aware of it? Did I miss his last glance?
Does he know that all I do is think about him, even as I’m doing all the goddamn shit I’m supposed to be doing to re-engage with life?
My heart hurts for our kids. Their dad should still be in their lives.
My heart hurts for me, too.
Chuck still had so much living to do.
I really don’t want to be here but I don’t say that aloud very often because people will think I’m unstable or ungrateful for life or some stupid shit like that.
But I really don’t want to be here. Life without Chuck is lacking in color and energy.
I loved taking care of him. It was a turn-on, actually. And it turned him on to see me ironing his clothes, of all things. He also loved it when I wore his shirts. I wear his denim shirt to bed now, or when I’m alone in my trailer, even though he isn’t here to turn on anymore. I also put his favorite Key West t-shirt under my cheek when I sleep. I curl my fingers around his flag that rests next to me on my pillow.
I cry a lot when I’m alone. I already said that earlier, but believe it or not, I don’t let myself think about my emotions very often, or admit to them. So, I’m saying it again. I cry a lot when I’m alone.
As a liberated woman, I don’t think I’m supposed to admit that my life revolved around my husband, around what I could do to show my love for him, show my Love to him, but it did and I loved loving him. Chuck made it easy, because he did the same for me.
Life without Chuck is unbearable but you’d never know that by looking at all that I’ve done, all that I’m doing, in the years since his death.
It freaks me out that I’m headed towards year 5. I close that particular gate in my mind whenever the thought intrudes.
Chuck is only dead one day at a time for me. Otherwise I can’t do this.
I’m in love with a dead man.

Truth or Dare~

1. What was the last thing you put in your mouth?  one m&m (it was pink, and how virtuous of me to have  only one!)

 

2. Where was your profile picture taken? at an absolutely great restaurant in Florida, near one of the AFB, the name of which I can’t remember–what the fuck was the name of that place? Sorry, no can remember…

3. Can you play Guitar Hero?  not even sure what it is….

4. Name someone who made you laugh today?  my best friend Donna

5. How late did you stay up last night and why?  somewhere around 11? sharing memories with my husband…

6. If you could move somewhere else, would you?  have you CHECKED my fb page? All I do is move somewhere else constantly!

7. Ever been kissed under fireworks?  only by my much loved husband!

8. Which of your friends lives closest to you?  they all live close to me depending where I happen to be at  the moment…

9. Do you believe ex’s can be friends?   I believe most everyone wishes that was so, but if it was so great, why get a divorce in the first place?

10. How do you feel about Dr Pepper?   and the lonely hearts club band?

11. When was the last time you cried really?  when I scattered my brother’s cremains a month ago

12. Who took your profile picture?  our friend Amanda

13. Who was the last person you took a picture of?  my heart daughter Dena–pregnant with her first child!

14. Was yesterday better than today?   my life gets better and better every minute-

15. Can you live a day without TV?   uh, yeah, so much!

16. Are you upset about anything?   no way, no how–I love my life!

17. Do you think relationships are ever really worth it?  once again, just check out my “status” on fb for the last month….

18. Are you a bad influence?   nah, not in a serious way, tho I do tend to have the mouth  of a sailor on shore leave, and need to clean it up whenever I’m around old people, young people, and god-people…sigh…

19. Night out or night in?  pretty much a night in person, especially in cold weather.

20. What items could you not go without during the day?  my husband (do I sound obsessed?)

21. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital?  my husband’s dad, tho that was technically in the nursing  home

22. What does the last text message in your inbox say?   that there is an “I Love Lucy” TV marathon tomorrow

23. How do you feel about your life right now?  In love with life, in love with love!

24. Do you hate anyone?  the anti-christ and his two bitches

25. If we were to look in your facebook in box, what would we find?  dinner plans

26. Say you were given a drug test right now, would you pass?  unless you count chocolate and diet pepsi as a drug, and there are those nuts who do, then I’m clean…

27. Has anyone ever called you perfect before?   perfect for the person who called me perfect….but, generally, I’d rather do without all that pressure…

28. What song is stuck in your head?   “sitting on the top of the world” which is an idiot song, but  as soon as I tried to zone in on what song was in my head, that popped in. Its going to be a long nite…

29. Someone knocks on your window at 2:00 a.m., who do you want it to be?  godalmighty, someone knocks on my window at ANYTIME of  the night OR day, I’m hiding under the bed with my cell phone! Have you NOT seen the movies where someone checks out odd stuff like that, and they get KILLED?

30.Wanna have grandkids by the time you’re 50?   already do-too late!

31. Name something you have to do tomorrow:  I’m retired so all I have to do is sleep as late as I want, and then hit the stores for Valentine day sales (think chocolate), and thinking of starting my travel blog (Happily Homeless)

32. Do you think too much or too little?   my brain has been described as a video on a loop-

33. Do you smile a lot?  I smile constantly, I laugh alot–life is too serious to be taken too seriously….