Living with this pain is worse than death
I lost me husband 22 days ago, We met when I was 16 and had been married 27 years. It was easier the first few days, I just thought he was away, but he hasn't returned yet and I am scared he isn't coming back. I accept his death one minute and the next I call his name and expect him to walk in the door.
I never thought I could hurt so much, I never thought I could love somebody so much. I smell his shirts, I search for him, I talk to him. I must be going crazy. Everybody says 'be strong for your children, they need you'. I try but there is also me and I am falling apart.
I keep myself busy but a day has 24 hours, I have to sit down at some stage, that is the worst because all I do is think and cry and scream and beg for him to return.
Will it ever get easier?