Oh pardon me, the voices in my head, as I vent my woes to the living. For you see, I am but a poor widow, tragically made so at the tender age of 34 when my dearly beloved husband died unexpectedly.
Yet it seems my in-laws, family, and so-called friends have some expectations on my situation – and my sex life🤫 – that they just can’t keep to themselves.
“She’s far too young to inherit anything!” screech my in-laws, ignoring the legal documents. “This gold-digger will surely find a new sugar daddy soon,” they insist, as if I married for money the first time.
“The shameless Jezebel is running around with men already!” gasp my relatives, clutching onto their fake pearls as I simply grab coffee with an old male friend.
And don’t even get me started on my two-faced friends, eager to see my “jet-setting lifestyle” crash and burn without a man paying for it. As if I didn’t have a career before I married🤬
But fret not, for I shall not bow to their pressure to become the stereotypical sexless crone of a widow. My in-laws may cast judgment on my every move, but they have no say now that their son has passed.
And while I appreciate their concern over my finances, I shall continue working and bettering myself, ignoring their transparent hope that I struggle. #blessed
And as for my raging libido, well…a woman has needs, you know. And if I want a friend with benefits or a few casual flings, that’s my business – widowhood be damned!
So let the clutchers of fake pearls gasp and gossip. This independent woman answers to no one but herself. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some living to do. The party don’t stop just because my husband did!
