Not only did I lose my Mother 8 months ago but now we have put our house up for sale. I didn't think I would take this so hard. But putting this house up for sale has hit me really hard. I think that I am depressed over it. We have to fix this house up to get it to sell because houses aren't selling real well right now. I don't want to do anything. I did until we signed those papers with the realtor. How do I get over these losses? The house hasn't even sold yet and I feel like its not mine anymore. I just don't know what to do or who to turn to. I went to doctor and he put me on something for depression. Hope it helps. I need something to go right about now.
Gloria~ My husband Joe died 4 months ago. Prior to his death we moved into an apartment preparing for his heart transplant. I moved from my home on November 15, 2010. My husband passed away three weeks later. We were taking our time moving from our home ~ we couldn't keep up with the mortgage payments, yard work, home repairs. His health didn't allow him to do any type of work. I saw tears in his eyes when he walked out for the last time. I returned several times to get more of our items. Then he was gone. The first time I tried to enter the house several weeks after his death I felt like my legs would give out. I had to leave. My daughter returned with me a few weeks later. She cried her eyes out. My son and I went there last week for the very last time. I felt like I was punched in the stomach as we walked out. My son held my hand and I think I felt his hand shaking a little bit. That was it. My home, my husband, our life together was gone. Only we who have been through it understand the pure heartache. I've been wondering if I would be going through such devastation if I would have been allowed to stay in the comfort of my home. I don't know if I would really want to be there without Joe. Our children were 10 and 6 when we moved in. That was 25 years ago. I've even left the apartment we moved into. I just couldn't stay there. We had such high hopes when we moved in. It didn't feel like home. I now live with my sister and am preparing to move for the third time in 4 1/2 months to yet another apartment. It didn't need the larger one. Yikes. It makes my head spin if I think about it too much. I have to keep going hoping tomorrow will be better. I suffered a double loss like yours. You are not alone. Somehow we endure. Blessings to you. I hope things turn around for you soon.
