Dear E. Jean--

I feel as though my life ended when my Ex left this world.

After months of confusion and asking others for advice, I've reached my breaking point. My Ex-boyfriend, whom I deeply cared for, passed away 5 months ago. I’ve been dating a wonderful man for almost 9 months now and was with him when I heard the news of my Ex-boyfriend's passing.

It completely consumed me! For days I cried and felt totally lost. The night I found out, my boyfriend was sympathetic. But the next morning, things completely shifted. He called me from work and told me to stop sounding “so awful,” to “cheer up” and to “move on.” (The news had only struck about 10 hours before.) He asked me how I could feel sorry for a man who wasn't that great of a boyfriend to me, who died in a "careless" fashion, and who was "spoiled". There was always something negative coming out of his mouth about him.

I promise you, I wasn’t walking around the house dressed in black. It took all my courage to keep the grief inside. From Day One, I’d wake in the middle of the night crying. I secretly sobbed on the couch for weeks. I’d just seen my Ex about 3 weeks before he passed and had a lovely dinner with him. This last wonderful meeting was the only thing that kept me going, kept me alive. Knowing I didn't have the guilt of not spending some time with him before he died, lessened the pain somewhat. But my current boyfriend’s behavior is worsening it.

Now I’ve begun thinking about why I’d broken things off with my Ex . . . if perhaps I should have stayed with him and maybe then he wouldn't have died.

My boyfriend and I are planning on becoming engaged; but I can't help but wonder: Is this "perfect man” I’m about to marry just an illusion? I don’t like it that he can’t be there with me through the bad. What does that mean for our future? We’ve talked at length about the chance that he could be insecure, jealous, etc.; but he insists that he isn't. I told him to stop feeling jealous of a ghost. This only made things worse.

I'm not afraid of being alone. I love who I'm with; but I'm scared. I can't talk about my Ex, or his death, in anyway because he gets angry and tells me to stop “obsessing.” This isn't helping the grieving process one bit.

What's worse is that I find myself dreaming about him coming back to life, laughing at what a fun time he’s having in heaven; and how he wants to come back and see everyone again. I dream about the time that I was with him, the intimate moments we shared. I know that I loved him, and that's what's hurting me the most. He also told me during that last dinner that he felt like his life would be different if I was still with him, that he made some mistakes with me and wished he could take them back, and that I was like no other woman he'd ever met. I still felt a connection with him, but I made no move to ruin my current relationship.

Do you think I'll ever be able to move past this? Do you think I'll ever stop fantasizing over him and accept my real life? And how do I know that my current boyfriend will be there for me when things go badly? Did all real possibility of love die with my Ex? --- In A Sea of Grief

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MY DARLING MISS SEA:
Alas! Of all the holes in the human heart, this is the hardest to patch. Your Ex is dead. But it turns out you not only loved this marvelous man, you’re falling in love with him all over again -- but this time you’ve plunging more deeply, more wildly, more fiercely. (And no wonder . . . your grief is tumultuous, God knows; but when you add in the tender fact that the fellow believed you were “like no other woman” -- No Other Woman! ! some of the most magic words a man can utter -- love and regret become almost uncontrollable) Plus, he was a great guy. (If he was a lousy twit, you wouldn’t be suffering.)

Alas, your current boyfriend can not compete with this stunning, perfect, sexy, handsome, brilliant rival. So when your current chap says “stop obsessing,” he means, “stop loving the dead guy.”

My advice: You’re not ready to become engaged. Do not make any romantic decisions now. The man to whom you’re “about to be” betrothed is much less real to you than your dead beloved. (Indeed you actually ask the question: “Is this ‘perfect man’ I’m about to marry just an illusion?”)

Over time your grief, sadness and yearning will lessen. Your dead beloved will recede from your fantasies. How much time? Auntie Eeee can’t tell you. America’s greatest philosopher, Ralph Waldo Emerson, lost his beautiful 20-year old wife, Ellen, to tuberculosis. Fourteen months after her death, Emerson was still so unhinged with love and wanting her back, he went to the family vault and opened her coffin.

Seeing the deadness and decay of his beautiful Ellen gave Emerson (this is my guess -- no one knows for certain) a powerful belief in the life of the spirit. I’m telling you about Emerson, because Emerson is the champion of “Self-Reliance.” And, my darling, to “move past this” and “accept your real life” your power will come from your nonconformity to other people’s law, gospel, and bull-hockey about “obsessions.”

Good luck, and let Auntie Eeee and all your well-wishers at Dear Sugar know how you’re doing.

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