@shanhun,
Aloha, Shanhun!
I am currently in the midst of a terrible break-up with a widow.
I met him on-line last October. He rushed to set up a date with me, within 2 days. Apparently, I met his standards and he pursued me intensely and immediately. So persistent. I kind of liked him but wasn't that thrilled with him. That first date, I screened him for grieving (among other things
)and he assured me he is over his wife, not grieving and ready to move on: a total misrepresentation.
I believed him that he was ready. His wife had died in April of 2008, at 50 years old, after a five year battle with breast cancer, that left them financially destitute, as they scoured the planet looking for miracle cures. So it had been 5 or 6 years since she died and here I am thinking that that was an adequate time interval. Silly me.
He wanted to see me every day, but I put him off for a while. He kissed me so passionately on our third date that I wanted more. I let him rush me into a sexual relationship. Then I was hopelessly hooked on him.
We were quickly a tight pair of lovebirds, inseparable. Rarely a day went by that we weren't together. We had so much fun. I told him I loved him after 2 weeks and he said the same after about 3 or 4 weeks. It was blissful and I told everyone what a good catch I had made on the internet. He is handsome, has a good job, is very attentive, has good manners. My girlfriend said he was a "man of substance".
Over the next few months, we started having problems: he blew me off on NY eve (he got too drunk to call me or even text when he was in Phoenix), he was talking about some immigrant girl he was dating in Phoenix, he didn't seem interested in getting to know me (my hopes, my dreams, interests, even my full name!!), he spoke too often of his wife. He referred to her as "my wife". My wife was slim. My wife got cancer. My wife had big feet. My wife was a good horse woman. My wife was strong. My wife was a self-taught accountant. Ha!
He was emotionally distant. He admitted he had a history of depression. He wouldn't plan anything with me and never spoke about our relationship or our future. He didn't want to display our picture. He didn't have a shrine to her but he had a picture of her up.
These behaviors really irked me and I would blow up at him, not fully realizing he was still connected to his wife. (He kept telling me he wasn't). Then we'd make up and it would be great again for a while.
I knew the relationship was wrong and broke up with him on seven occasions over 10 months. We fought about him talking about other women, his wife especially, him being rude to me, his financial dissarray, going on an interview to another state for another job without discussing it with me, etc. These were true signs that it was not a good match, but I was so addicted to him. I thought I could fix him with my love. I thought I could hook him with good sex.
He would talk about how rich he and his wife were, the fabulous vacations, the possessions, the horse ranch, the houses. They were living the high life-his own words. She was the bosses's daughter and they were very wealthy.
After this last break up, I went on-line to research dating widows and was flabberghasted by what I read. It can be impossible to replace the deceased wife in a widow's mind and heart. I especially found Abel Keough's page very helpful. I realized I'm fighting a losing battle. He is not ready to commit to a new woman and might not ever be. I might not be the first girl he has tricked, either. I am a bed warmer, a diversion, relief for his loneliness. I will always be second best, sloppy seconds. This is not what I want for myself. The tough part about all of this is his flat denial that this is what is happening. I'm just causing problems. He is sarcastic and unapologetic about everything as well. I feel tricked.
I am so angry with him about all of this, dragging me into his marriage, bringing her ghost to our relationship, and then denying it all. It left me feeling very confused and lost. I am so hurt, so sad. He has wasted almost a year of my life. I could be anyone, any woman. I am not special to him at all. I wanted a partner and all I had was a shell.
Then I remembered a saying I had read somewhere that if you feel confused about something, it's because someone is lying to you about something. You mention you feel confused. It's because you're being lied to.
My friend Diana says, "If you fall in love with someone, you can FALL OUT". I am actively falling out by taking good care of myself and family, listening to music, journalling and educating myself about this terrible trap I fell in.