Seven years ago, I lost my husband. Since then, dating has felt like walking through a minefield—awkward first dates, fleeting connections, and a lot of self-doubt. But now, at 35, I’ve met someone who actually makes me laugh again. He’s 46, thoughtful, and even told his mom about me (which, honestly, is both sweet and terrifying). Still, my anxiety keeps whispering that he’s probably seeing someone else or that I’m just a temporary distraction. Even after he asked to be exclusive and started planning a weekend getaway for us, I can’t shake the feeling that something will go wrong. Is it just me overthinking, or do these worries sound familiar to you? If you’ve ever felt your own fears creeping into a new relationship, I’d love to hear how you handled it. Let’s be honest—sometimes, our hearts need a little backup from friends who get it. 💬💖 #FamilyRelationships #DatingAfterLoss #Anxiety