This year is worse
Roger died last July and I am tired of surviving; I am tired of trying to make a life for myself. I am so tired. The holidays are around the corner. Last year they were so sad. Not having Roger here was almost more than I could stand. I was in a fog last year. Going through the motions. This year the pain is worse, I cry more this year than last. The loneliness and the pain are so horrendous. I can’t make anyone understand. They said it would get better but it isn’t. The thought of the holidays this year scare me.