I lost my husband in December but I feel so lonely. It is almost getting worse and today I just can't stop crying.
I try to do gardening and I expect him to call over that he has made a cup of tea. I leave the supermarket and think of chatting to him when I get home. I find myself buying his favourite foods. I know he has gone but I just can't accept I can't talk to my best friend for 50 years.