I’m off to Scotland to meet up with two wids who have inspired me and sometimes carried me through rough patches of grief.
“What on earth is a widowbago?” I hear you cry. In short, a gathering of widows. We laugh, we might cry (no judgement) but most importantly, we show one another that life gets good again despite losing our loves.
Meeting strangers on forums and spilling my soul to them is something that I’d never in a million years have expected to be valuable for me. Writing about my sex life on a blog was also not in the plan! Well, it’s working. I’m alive. I may not have my shit together but I’m still a superhero.
Widow Whine and Wine awaits.