(When a partner dies, we begin an unwanted relationship with grief. My article was first published on Rebelle Society. http://ow.ly/38xznn )
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I admit it’s unexpected, but I find Grief romantic.
She gives me her undivided attention, but she’s badass. A tiger-woman. Wounded-little-bird woman. Wild, frontier woman with soft doe eyes and fishnet stockings. I never know what she’s going to do next.
Grief whispers in my ear, entices me to dig deeper into emotions than I want to go. Asks what I loved best about Evelyn, and when I tell her, she twists the knife. “You don’t have that anymore, do you!” Then she slams me to the floor and walks out the door.