My darling husband left me 4 weeks ago. Three days after his 70th birthday. We were together since the age of 50 and it was the third marriage for both of us. When we met we realised that we had been searching for each other all our lives. We were complete.
Now Steve is gone and I cry nearly all day long. And I hate myself for it. I don't want to be weak. We knew how ill Steve was and we had planned that he would be at home. We went to bed that night after the doctor had given him a morphine injection and I was told that Steve would not make it to morning. So I was prepared. Or so I thought.
It was only when the undertakers took Steve away that I broke down and I have cried nearly all the time since then. When will I be able to go for a day without crying?
