#widower

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tophat2776
tophat2776
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1stepforward2stepsbackcarousel
1stepforward2stepsbackcarousel
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nateynate702
nateynate702
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blemgoid
blemgoid

real #widowers know

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macsarcule1
macsarcule1
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nateynate702
nateynate702

I miss you

in the quiet places,

in the moments that were supposed to be ordinary

but ache now.

I wish you were here—

not as a memory,

not as a lesson,

but as you.

Breathing. Existing. Choosing me.

It’s been two years since your soul left this earth,

and I lost my mind somewhere along the way,

still wandering,

still reaching,

trying to find it in places you no longer exist.

There is no one like you in this world.

That’s not romantic exaggeration,

it’s a fact my body learned the hard way.

You didn’t just touch my heart—

you reached my bones

and left fingerprints there.

You damaged me

in ways love only can.

The kind that doesn’t bruise the skin

but changes the shape of a person.

I am different because of you.

I will always be.

And still—

I love you.

With my ribs,

with my spine,

with every quiet ache that refuses to heal.

I love you with all my bones,

even the broken ones.

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yaybadluck
yaybadluck

I can’t talk about my wife’s death? It’s like the single thing that takes up the most space in my being and I can’t even mention it because schizoid whoops

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nateynate702
nateynate702

I miss you, I wish you were here. Im doing the best I can.

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ny-escapee
ny-escapee

Facts…………🇺🇸

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adobe-outdesign
adobe-outdesign

It looks like it dates back to the 13th century, so I’d assume it sounded more natural in Old and Middle English even if it doesn’t quite make “sense” in the modern day.

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booksrbetterthanpeople
booksrbetterthanpeople

Secrets and some spiders.

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trimetj2
trimetj2

I need to start talking. Interacting. I’ve been following pages and lurking for too long.


My wife died 2 years ago. We were talking about having kids she knew about my pregnancy fetish and wanted kids of her own. It has definitely broken me. But healing and moving forward.

I really want to find that type of relationship again. I want to be a dad and want to pleasure and support my pregnant woman. Hopefully she enjoys it and wants to surrogate. She would be so taken care of. Physically, emotionally, and sexually. It’s the most amazing time for a woman. Fully in her feminine energy and purpose.

Is it possible to find someone like this?


I’ll start to talk more here. Feel free to interact or ask me things.

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defenestratedcowloftelesphorus
defenestratedcowloftelesphorus

wow, thank you! It’s so detailed despite being all in shadow. Also, the little baby on the floor is so cute. Such a strong motif of life (all the children) and death (absence of a mother). Thanks so much!

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queencandicethefreak
queencandicethefreak
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flagsarecool
flagsarecool

“widower” sounds like it means someone who kills someone, thus making that person’s spouse a widow, but it actually just means male widow because of stupid english

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yaybadluck
yaybadluck

Cover me in your darkness. Bathe me in it. We can share all of it, and become something new. We can wrap each other in our grief, layer upon layer, until we are completely hidden away, protected from the world. We will inhabit these new bodies born of darkness, with our true selves buried safely away, immured within the beating hearts. Never to see the world or be seen by it ever again.

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cuteharper01v
cuteharper01v

I feel blessed 💕💕💕

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cuteharper01v
cuteharper01v

Hi guys I’m single looking for a serious relationship that will lead to marriage, age doesn’t matter to me

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mybedismytruelove
mybedismytruelove

My Alice Scott readathon pt. 10 - Widower

I found this story pretty good, but not super impactful. The ending also made me very sad.

Widower is about Sasha Dashner, a member of some kind of crime syndicate, trying to get divorced from his mob family member wife for trying to kill him. It gets ugly in every conceivable way. His ex, Katarina Murdock, is horrible, very manipulative and murderous, I think her emotional abuse I depicted very well.

The action scenes in this were super cool, it’s a (soon-to-be ex-) husband and wife trying to kill each other in their kitchen with kitchen knifes, a very stylish butterfly knife and a sharp umbrella. Both Katarina and Sasha are wonderfully vicious and brutal, even though Sasha doesn’t really go for the kill because part of him still loves her. In general, Sasha is just so badass, I love him. His weapon of choice is an umbrella and his mob nickname is the Rainmaker, it’s so weird and that honestly makes it more terrifying.

I also like that I can totally understand why and how Sasha fell in love with Katarina even though she’s currently trying to stab him to death. Though she’s biphobic, so, I guess she probably hid that in their relationship as well.

This short story is part of an entire tragedy. If I understand this correctly, Sasha was born into a crime family just like Katarina was, fell in love with her and stopped his involvement in the mob, genuinely wanting to live a long, happy, non-criminal life with her, while she just pretended to love him and always planned to eventually murder him and get his money and notoriety for killing someone so feared. And this kind of shattered Sasha’s trust in humanity completely and killed all hopes he had of getting away from a life of crime. The ending is framed as Sasha “winning”, because he survives and doesn’t fall for Katarina’s manipulation to get back with her, but it doesn’t feel like a victory. Because Sasha falls back into crime completely, he gives up on ever living another life, and grows even more cold and cynical than before. So it kind of feels like Katarina suceeded, she did break him in a way, and that breaks my heart.

Here’s a drawing of Sasha post-canon by Alice’s husband Andrew Joseph White:

A pen and marker drawing by Andrew joseph White of a white man in his twenties or thirties with long black hair and grey eyes holding an open red umbrella on a blank background. The man, Sasha Dashner, is wearing a white shirt with the bottom button undone and a bright blue jacket. His hair is in a thick braid, tied with a red hairtie and hanging over his left shoulder. Sasha is holding the handle of the umbrella in his right hand and resting it on his right shoulder. His head is turned to the right, his mouth is downturned and he has a scar on his left cheek and jaw. Sasha's right eye is squeezed shut and his left eye is looking at the viewer. The artist's signature is on the left side of the image under Sasha's umbrella. ALT

If you read this story, did you like it? Did the ending feel triumphant or depressing to you? Please tell me!

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nateynate702
nateynate702

Can I tell you something I’ve never let slip?

It hurts turning thirty without you.

In my head, I swore you’d be here—

selfish of me, maybe,

but I built a whole future

with your laughter in it.


Now the candles burn slower,

and the silence between each flame

reminds me of what’s missing.

I never thought I’d cross this line of time

without your hand in mine.


But here I am—

older, lonelier,

still carrying the version of us

that never got to be.