Sorry to bother everyone.

50 days ago my husband died, it was 57 days from diagnosis to him passing. We were together from when I met him one night at a party and 2 weeks later i moved 200 miles to move in with him. We were together 32 years. We have 3 grown up children and one little boy. If it were not for my boy I would be with my husband. I cant see the point in anything, I just cry . I hate myself for not being the mum my boy needs and im trying but I just get him breakfast ,take him to school then lie in bed and cry until its time to pick him up. Im angry that I wake up . 2 of my elder children that live away have just got on with life. My other elder child is still at home and I know she is doing way too much but everything is just a struggle.