My husband died of cancer Feb 24 2015. I don't know how to do this life without him. Nor one gets it. There are no help books for losing a husband. I'm sick of the psychological babble that tells me you wake up and you move on.
what crap.
everyday, I expect him to be here. The missing is worse. Not less.
I wasn't supposed to be without him.
he's my best friend. My lover. My partner in adventure. My sharer of faith. We did so much. We are now me, and it's not a good fit.
I thought I'd try this.
the only support group is put on by the hospice that helped him die. I really don't want to deal with them. I'm in a new town. New doctors. That don't know me. I'm one of those that have fallen through the cracks.