I am writing this through tears and I am not sure why I am writing it. Waking up this morning to an empty house six months after my husband passed away is sheer hell! I know family and friends all love me and I know they all mean well. I love talking to them but I know they never understand where I am coming from. They don't know my pain. After I talk to them or come over they go home to their own lives. I have no life-my life died with him.
I stay here in an empty house. As much as they say call me-what can they say to make it better- what can they do to make it better. I miss him so much I really can't stand it. I had a wonderful life-every morning I would wake up and know he was there. He took care of me. I never had to worry - I knew he would make my life fun and exciting.
I don't know what to do now. Every one says move on-to what! To a life alone with no one to hold me when I cry-No on to say it will be alright-because it won't. I don't want to move on-I just want my life back- I want the person who loved me so much that when I acted like an idiot he would understand-He would be there for me-I have no one to be there for me-I just want his arms around me-God why did you take him away? I miss him so much
I'll go through the motions but I don't really care. I am sorry but I don't!
I would give everything to just have him back
People don’t realize what I am missing, they have no idea how much it hurts!.