In my experience friends who tolerate you speaking about how you truly feel as a widow are rare as rocking horse shit. The first rule of widow club is you don't talk about widow club. The second rule of widows club.. ..you get the picture.
The cardinal sin is to appear needy in any way. Feeling lonely and isolated? Well why aren't you making more effort to connect? The answer to which is that after several attempts at doing so have resulted in awkwardness, you end up withdrawing because it generates extra negative feelings on top of original negative feelings, and it's overwhelming.
The majority of posts here clearly explain that whatever the motivation for people behaving weirdly around the bereaved it happens astonishingly regularly. Of course it would be nice if you could have the actual explanation and one does fill in that void with possibilities based on how people are behaving around you.
Being widowed leaves one raw, vulnerable and exposed - almost skinless. Everything "normal" is physically and mentally and emotionally felt. At least that is how it's been for me, and I'm aware that everyone's experience is unique. The final insult is adding in the feeling that there's something wrong with you because of the way other people are behaving.
We're particularly shit at dealing with death I think. After a very short while for a bereaved person, there's an almost tangible sense of embarrassment that one comes up against. You just have to suck it up, throwing in the occasional acknowledgement of other people's awkwardness around you, to try and make them feel at ease. It's exhausting trying to be "mindful" of other people's feelings when your own are in perpetual turmoil.
It's even been medicalised now, grief I mean. "Problematic grief" I think they call it. Too right grief is problematic for everyone involved, but the directly bereaved have to deal with their own problem and everyone else's apparently. And if you struggle you are expected to seek professional help to overcome it, because getting back to normal is paramount in modern society.
But it's a lie. There is no normal any more. There's a new reality to adjust to that you don't want to be your normal.
In time yes you become more tolerant, less prone to feeling the rise of emotional incontinence when you pass the salmon in the fish aisle because DP had a knack of cooking it to perfection with a blue cheese sauce that was to die for (Ahem).
But you're changed and the world is changed and nothing makes sense - you just hope that you get your Oscar in the next life....
There is no fix or cure, there is adapting to survive.