My doctor told me I need to go to a therapist. I can't talk to people. I don't want to talk to anyone. I don't want to be told I will be OK without my Roger. I won't - I'm not-I never will be. Everyone else has coped with his death. No one else comes home to an empty house, with no one to talk to -no one to hold me -no shoulder to cry on. And I do a lot of that. I can't make them understand. They talk about things and I sit and pretend to listen. I try to do my daily routine. But I am so lonely. I don't even want people to come by because I am more lonely when they are here. There is no Roger -There is no one there for me. He had a massive seizure a few years ago and told me the only reason he could figure that God left him on this earth was to take care of me. While I still need him God. I just want to be with him. I just want to be near him. WHY CAN'T SOMEONE UNDERSTAND THE PAIN!!!!!