Do NOT talk about them.
Do not bring them up in conversation!
Pretend they don’t exist.
Proper widows talk about proper topics. These two topics are socially don’t-ask-just-assume-the-best topics. Only the bold among my friends will broach the subjects.
Sex with a man I like is delicious, scrumptious, enticing, drug like, fun, exhilarating --- oh but wait. I, widow (female) am not too discuss that need, that need, at the age of 45, is alive and glowing in me because it’s not about making babies anymore. It’s about the sheer fun of doing it! I am not to converse about my need to be held, to be openly desired, to feel a man’s naked body up against mine. I am not to talk about how just imagining his intense breathing just ……yummy!
I am not to discuss my sexual need. It’s vulgar.
I widow, a mother to three poor grieving children who have lost their father so tragically is too angelic to consider her loins.
And then there is cash, moola, dinero, buck, dough.. M-O-N-E-Y.
The words “wing” and “a prayer” flitted across my mind.