Hanging Out In The Widdahood–Becoming a Widow at Age 31
posted by: Mile High Mamas
I hate to go all “Shirley MacLaine” on you…but I’ve had two lives.
My first life was pretty typical: House in the ‘burbs, nice husband who was pretty easy on the eyes, 3 kids I was sometimes tempted to put out on the driveway with a sign that said “free to a good home” but who were overall pretty good.
My second life started in July of 2007 when I suddenly became the “it could be worse” person of my social circle. You know…that girl who, when you’re having a bad day, you think, “At least I’m not her!”
Not really who I wanted to be in my early 30s.
I became that person because my husband was in an accident on his way to work and died 3 days later, leaving me with 3 small children to raise on my own.
That’s right. At the ripe old age of 31, I became a widow and the most “single” single mother I know.
I’ll be the first to admit…this whole thing really wasn’t on my calendar. I was perfectly happy, living my suburban-mom life when I had this interruption of epic proportions.
The year that followed was a complete blur of what I now like to call “manic confusion.” I seemed determined to prove all of the experts wrong when they said “time would heal.” I didn’t have time for time to heal. I wanted to get my life back on track, find a new career, go back to school, sell a house, buy a new one, get my body in decathlon shape, and get my 3 kids under 5 into Harvard. And it all needed to happen yesterday.
I’m not wild about the word “denial” but that’s the closest thing I can think of to describing it.
When I finally came up for air and slowed down enough to digest that this was really my life, I started looking for someone like me…who might understand my brand of crazy. And you know what I found?
A big, fat NOTHING.
As many of us in the young widow community will say…sure there are a lot of widow support groups out there. But unless you’ve got gray hair, wear polyester, and can name 3 brands of denture cream off the top of your head…you’re probably not going to fit in. Sitting in a room with a bunch of people who are talking about their adorable great-grandchildren is not the same as sitting at Happy Hour telling a friend that your 2-year old called you a “butt crack sandwich” and being annoyed that your husband isn’t here to blame it on (but you have to admit…it was creative).
In my quest to find people my own age who might understand what it’s like to date when you’re an emotional wreck and why it’s perfectly normal to let loose on unsuspecting strangers at Wal-Mart…I became that person for everyone else. I started writing under the name Widow Chick on subjects like “are you’re still ‘in-lawed’ with your in-laws” and “pulling on your big girl panties and learning how to start your snow blower since there’s no one else around to do it.”
The next thing I knew, Widow Chick had almost 1000 people following her on Facebook. And after awhile I realized: They’re not following her because of her Cindy Crawford looks (I know…it was a surprise to me too). They’re following her because they’re looking for each other.
So, in December of 2010, I launched the first free peer support network dedicated to anyone who has lost a significant other called www.theWiddahood.com. The best way I can describe it is that it’s kind of like a Facebook for widows. They can instant message, blog, form discussion groups and all kinds of stuff. But the best part about it is that they can do a location search, look at someone’s profile to see what they have in common…and finally find each other.
Four years ago, I would have said there was no way I could be the kind of person who could pick up a life that had been so completely broken and glue it back together again. But you know what? We’re all a lot stronger than we think we are. If you get nothing else from this story, just remember this: You never know where life is going to take you and it can change any second. How you deal with it is completely within your control.
And you should always have enough wine on hand to do a little soul-searching when you need it.
Guest blogger Catherine Tidd is a writer, widow, and mother of 3 who began a blog and widow support page on Facebook under the name Widow Chick after the death of her husband in 2007. She is also a public speaker for the Donor Alliance and has been published in several books on grief and renewal. Catherine is the Founder of www.theWiddahood.com, a free peer support website dedicated to anyone who has lost a significant other.