Being a writers widow…how it all began ife, though, ito



lifeHi all this is Miki back again.

This time round I would like to say a few words about my life as a writers wife or as he might say his widow.

For years and years and years we were both very lonely people who wanted to get on with life, and have the same sort of a relationship as every other couple has, but it seemed that this has passed us by. Suddenly when we were standing at the altar it all changed and a reassuring warm feeling came into my/our hearts. This is what we always wanted, here we are, and this is how we shall carry on no matter what……….

After the service, and at the end of the reception especially when we went for our first meal as  a married couple,  it all began to unravel in front of my eyes. It was both a happy and frightening feeling. The next day came the departure for the honeymoon, and for a moment in time my life jumped into a very dark area which I did not have any experience with, yet,as Julie Andrews sings in the Sound of Music, what is so fearsome about that. i had wanted to be in this position many years before this moment came, so what the hell was I so scared about.

Since than we have been together for over twenty years. Long time you might say, and believe you me folks, it has not always been easy.

Initially there was that settling down period, getting to know each other not only as good friends, and we enjoyed all the other things that make a good marriage. We learnet how to live together, laugh together, and give each other the space that any individual needs.

that is how to live together as man and wife and the ability to give one another the space that all of us need.

Life though, is a bugger at times, and it is hard for me to see Chris in a depressed state of mind especially when he had to face difficult decisions outside home.I dare say he feels the same about me and my epilepsy. Yet ever since he started writing, although tired, he seems more confident, assertive. The laughter is back and he is great to be with. To hear him typing upstairs when I am doing the cooking downstairs and  to hear him call out- come and have a look at this love and see what you think. When this happens it is a pleasure to come up with a cup of coffee, discuss it with him, and when he checks the hudl the next day, it is a lovely feeling when I hear him say 145 followers not bad. This in turn gives me a far more relaxed state of mind as regards him and his depression, and better health as regards my epilepsy and blood pressure. At the same time I feel more relaxed during intimate moments and Pilates, and all of this is making this marriage, richer, stronger and happier than before.

Well that is all for now and it is true to say that we must be doing something right as we have not had a row for the past however many years. If there are problems we discuss yes, argue no.

Well that is all for now. As there is a pussycat that needs feeding, as well as housework needs to be done. Hope you enjoyed reading it and will want to read more in future.

Bye bye for now.


p.s What do you make of the quote below; all I can say is yes, yes, and yes again!

What no wife of a writer can ever understand is that a writer is working when he’s staring out of the window.

~Burton Rascoe



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  1. Pingback: Being a Writers Widow…..Oh God!…where is he! | The Myska that Roared

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