I once had a lovely husband, we were a good team and our combined knowledge, skills, personality traits meant we faced the world pretty well together.
When he died, whilst there was a lot I could easily manage, as I already did most child, garden and finance things, I had a lot to learn about home and car maintenance, for example. I also find there are a lot of things much easier when there are two of you. E.g. taking the car for a service and having a lift back, moving a piece of furniture, picking a parcel up from the post office you can't park outside.
I have developed a lovely network of friends since and have quite a good life. Not the one I'd have chosen, but I'm happy enough. I've asked one for some advice this morning, about a car purchase. He's agreed with what I was planning to do, but it was good to have someone to talk it through with.
It has occurred to me that in small ways, my friends combine to provide much of what DH contributed to my life. I've got others I'd call for a good rant, or a hug, for example.
Is that lovely....or awful?