by Kathy T
(Jacksonville, FL, USA)
Shattered glass is the best way for me to describe how I feel. On June 23, 2013 I lost the love of my life. He had terrible insomnia and had not slept the night before so he laid down to take a nap while I went to the grocery store. I was gone maybe 90 minutes. I came home and he was. Just that quickly. My heart is broken. I can't seem to do anything except cry. I talk to him, I talk to God but there in lessening of this pain. Everyday as I drive home I cry, I come up the steps, I open the door, I cry. It's so empty here.
I have support from my brother and some friends. They have no clue how bad it really is. His family was always distant with him, so I am treated the same.
I never had a problem sleeping, now I wake up every hour all night. I haven't turned on the stove, I haven't cleaned, I haven't done a whole lot of anything.
After reading many of the writings it gave me some comfort to know there are other people who do understand.