It does sound wonderful. I was never hurt by anyone until I lost my Husband, and then I knew nothing but hurt BIG time! Widows in my town are treated badly, I cannot say any differently.
I lost my Husband in 1999 leaving me a young widow, my Mum in 2003 and my Dad in 2004. That left me open prey to speculation about how much money I was left, and of course, the men yelling out horrible things to me from car windows. I could not mow my nature strips, nor weed my front garden, but I had to so, I also had to ignore the remarks like " Hey Baby! I'll mow them if you ..... " I'd end up going inside in tears.
My church did nothing for me. In fact they did the opposite. They shunned me.
I do not fit in anywhere really. So, finally, I stayed inside and turned to a Computer but,prior to that, started a Home Church with people who really loved me as me. Not as the wife of the Late retired Officer Of The Commonwealth, but, as me. A person with feelings and sensibilities.
I learned to do things for myself and never asked for help. I built a shed, demolished shedding, and worked like a trojan following my husband's death. My weight plummeted, but still I worked.
There I was a tiny little thing running to the Hardware store for various things a man would buy. My Power tools added up and I learned to master all of them, plus those my Late Husband had left.
I had a breakdown when my Mum died and went to a church lady who was supposed to be kind - and became a target.
Never will I forget how I have been thieved from, abused, and accused. Never, I can forgive! But the forgetting is hard because we can lose our trust in those we have known.
I am dearly loved by many here! But, only the Catholic Church will accept me because my late Husband was a Catholic. And, I appreciate them.
