Bad Girls Guide to Being a Widow | Hosted by Christine

Apparently, grief doesn't check your birth certificate before deciding to absolutely wreck your life.

In this episode, we're talking about something that doesn't get nearly enough attention: grieving as an adult, losing your parents, and realizing that no matter how old you get, sometimes you still just need your mom.

And this one's personal. Really fucking personal.

I'm taking you behind the scenes of my family's grief, from losing my brother to watching my dad battle terminal cancer, and everything that came after. But more importantly, this episode is a love letter to the woman who somehow managed to survive it all alongside me.

My mom. My rock. My emotional support Stanley Cup.

We're talking about the kind of strength nobody asks to have, the strange ways grief changes family relationships, the little everyday moments that become priceless memories, and why being a grown-ass adult doesn't make losing someone you love any easier.

There are tears, inappropriate jokes, a few F-bombs, and some stories about my parents that remind me just how much love can exist alongside unimaginable loss.

And because this is Bad Girls Guide to Being a Widow, we're not pretending grief is graceful, inspirational, or remotely fucking convenient.

Whether you've lost a parent, you're watching someone you love get older, you have a complicated relationship with family, or you're just trying to navigate this ridiculous thing called life, there's something in this episode for you.

Because grief doesn't give a fuck how old you are. And love doesn't stop just because someone dies.

To my mom: Thank you for being my safe place, my biggest supporter, and the woman who taught me that even when life burns to the ground, you can still find reasons to laugh.

And to my Bad Humans: Call your people. Love them loudly. Take the pictures. And for the love of God, don't wait until someone's gone to tell them what they mean to you.

Stay bad. Stay human. And remember, you're allowed to laugh even when life is a complete shitshow. 🖤👑

Content warning: Strong language, dark humour, discussions of death, family loss, and an unreasonable amount of love for my mother.

Welcome to The Grief & Trauma Penthouse—where my dead people live rent-free, Anxiety runs security, and the landlord is hanging on by a decorative throw pillow.

In this episode of Bad Girls Guide to Being a Widow, I'm giving you an MTV Cribs–inspired tour of the chaos inside my head. Think less celebrity mansion, more unresolved trauma with excellent interior decorating.

We're visiting the grief wing, the renovation department, the dark humour nightclub, and a relationship lounge that may or may not be condemned. Along the way, I talk about losing two partners, my dad, and my brother—and how those losses show up in overthinking, staying endlessly busy, dating, and trying to feel safe again.

Expect inappropriate jokes, honest moments, and a reminder that laughing doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

Bad girls, bad boys, and beautifully unhinged humans: come on in. And bring your emotional support beverage.

Content note: Strong language and discussions of murder, suicide loss, accidental overdose, cancer, and traumatic grief.

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Apparently, losing your husband doesn't mean you lose your sex drive, your sense of humour, or your ability to make spectacularly questionable dating decisions. 💋

Welcome to Episode 4 of Bad Girls Guide to Being a Widow, where we're diving headfirst into the absolute shitshow that is dating after widowhood.

We're talking Tinder, emotional support fish, awkward conversations, guilt, red flags, and the bizarre experience of trying to date when your relationship status is basically "it's complicated… and he's dead."

When is it too soon? Why does everyone have an opinion? And why the actual fuck is the dating pool looking more like a contaminated pond?

This episode is about wanting companionship without replacing someone, laughing at the ridiculousness of modern dating, and realizing that being a widow doesn't mean you're sentenced to a lifetime of loneliness.

Because here's the thing: I'm widowed. NOT DEAD.

Grab your coffee, your wine, or whatever questionable coping mechanism you're currently enjoying. We're going dating, bitches. 👑💗

Disclaimer: Dark humour, adult language, inappropriate jokes, and absolutely zero guarantees of emotionally available men.

🎙️ Bad Girls Guide to Being a Widow — Grief is messy. So are we.