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I lost my husband we were high school sweethearts we had plans and it was not suppose to be this way we had two kids together and I feel so lost and the pain i feel becuase of how much I miss him…Continue
Started by Nicole. Last reply by Martha Washburn Sep 22, 2022.
For 40+ years we were together…married 39 years….We were to celebrate our 40th anniversary…Nobody who hasn’t been married, and lost a spouse could possibly understand….even though he was into many…Continue
Started by Susan B. Last reply by Connie Sep 1, 2022.
I got married on May 1, 1992 and lost my husband on June 30, 2017. My wedding day was the happiest day of my life and if I had one wish, it would be to go back and live that day over. It has been…Continue
Started by Carol Klotz. Last reply by Carol Klotz May 3, 2020.
I lost my wife on the 25 of March after returning from my Dads funeral. She is everything to me. No matter how bad it got, no matter how much my PTSD drug me down, She has been my light in the…Continue
Started by Shane Hughes. Last reply by Shane Hughes Apr 16, 2020.
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It is the same for me, or very similar, as it is for Tildy and Hilary.
I appreciate what you're saying, Bonnie, and I'm sure that your advice will work for some people. For me, however, it will not. My life ended when my husband died. I died when he died.
I have no choice in the way I feel; my misery now is the only possible, natural response to the death of my soulmate and the consequent separation, even if it is (as I so desperately hope) only temporary. (I am agnostic regarding the possibility of an afterlife.)
I have a very loving family, whom I also love very much, yet despite that I do not wish to be alive, and I will never again wish to be alive. I want this farce of a life to be over. I am done.
Outside of this group, I do not share the true extent of my grief.
Hiding the extent of my own suffering is a necessary kindness toward those who are in less pain, whose lives still contain hope, who can't imagine or accept that someone would come up against an un-traversable emotional obstacle. These dear souls get a warm smile, love light beaming from my eyes, and this keeps them comfortable, protects them from the ugliness of my pain.
Here, I feel so grateful when I am heard without being advised. I feel so grateful that I can reveal the actual nature of the damnation and the devastation I am experiencing. The emotional connection between me and D is far too intense and interwoven for many to imagine.
I find the strength and beauty of this bond reflected here among those whose loves are similarly cherished. Finding this understanding here has been crucial to my continuing to face every day, to learn from shared honesty that loving this deeply is in the spectrum of human experience, that the sensation of incalculable and insurmountable loss is its consequence, and to begin to learn from the pain, and what I am learning from the pain, incredibly, is that D still is, and we are in fact still together, though his physical existence has concluded.
D died just over three months ago. As I approached the first month's passing, I was still utterly bewildered by shock. Small things, such as a dish, or the lighter for D's candle, seemed strangely and insurmountably heavy. I myself felt as if I had no physical presence any longer, as if I were a ghost, or floating. Traffic sounded like an inviting stream into which I might step to meet what seemed like a gentle and light obliteration.
Now, I have become certain and peaceful in knowing that I have met and achieved my life's purpose in living out my destiny with D; that my inner certainty of knowing this is not an error or a situation over which I should exert any bullshit brutality of false cheer. Not everyone loves like this, and that is perfectly fine. Many value the experience of life in and of itself, rather than see it as a course to be navigated because of a certain companionship. Wonderful! Yet, this has never been me. And that is fine.
Each of us can be what we are. It's been healing for me to be able to acknowledge that I am a creature in divinely blessed tandem with another creature, for whom my life was meant. And without whom my life feels finished, without whom my physical existence is a torment.
ok so mike is meant to be 50 in a week, im meant to be organising him an awesome party, not putting in for a day off work cos i know im gonna be a mess, then 19 days later xmas! how am i meant to cope with dec. what did we do so bad that we have to go through this, i miss him all the time, people are sick of me talking about him. i want him back.
My husband my best friend
I lost the Love of My Life few months ago. I miss him so much, and I love him sooooo much. My husband was a wonderful strong man. He was a man I could depend on. We were the perfect couple, if I may say so myself. He loved me and I love him...
I’m not sure how this is all going to turn out for each one of us, I can only speak for myself but I need to decide how I can continue feeling this way and live. Has it gotten better over the years? Absolutely. I don’t spend hours hunched over the arm of the couch crying. I can get in my car and drive and not feel as though I am just levitating. I don’t fall on the floor as much writhing in agony. I don’t pore over websites about suicide.
What hasn’t changed though is the constant remembering. I cannot live in the present or plan a future because I am living in the past. It is the only place where I remember being alive.
I feel imprisoned by the present. I feel as if I am forced by some ungrateful power that sees fit to punish me by having me continue to live. I beg to be taken. I plead for an end. My mind never lets go of wanting to be done. It isn’t always obvious but it is there nonetheless.
I have tried everything except drugs to retrain my brain. I have waged endless battles in thought to tell myself that this is something that isn’t as bad as it seems. That so may people have it so much worse. Why am I so distraught over losing him to the doorway of death. He always loved me and I loved him and for the time I had that it should be enough. But it isn’t. And I don’t know how to change it.
I have been holding onto the two people who have brought me this far. But the pain is still there. Daily. And has gotten worse again in the last couple weeks. It seems to come and go from bad to worse but never good. So I have come to a place where I have cut off all commnication with those who have helped. I feel like I need to either say I am going to live this life alone with the little support that has not been enough up till now and try to settle that into my brain or I need to stop killing myself piece by piece.
Going into this seasonal celebratory stuff is like taking another death march. All I can remember is the run up to taking him to the ER on Christmas Eve. He was so valiant. And he was dying. Yet he did the cooking for Thaksgiving. Just the two of us but always a spread. He put up and decorated the tree for Xmas. I was sucked down at the job. And then the first day of rest and he was so ill. Christmas Eve day.
How in the hell am I ever supposed to get through this season knowing what the past was like for him and for me? I can’t do it. Over and over and over I simply can’t seem to let go of what was and how I can’t go forward. I can’t do it without him. No kids, no faith and left alone to rattle around in these four walls looking at doing it all by myself? I don’t think I can. I am trying but I don’t think I can.
I hear you Angela and Rachel and Nicole, Hilary,Bluebird, Anne, Tildyc, Trina, George, John, Kathleen, Fran, Tom and Kim and RJ and Hollow Heart and everyone else who names we don't even know yet. I hang onto you like fruit hangs on its tree. I know you know what this is like. The psychologists have had it all wrong. They think this just goes away at some point. Well, they're wrong. It never goes away and it's not something they have some ultimate cure for. I've distracted myself to the point where I thought I could kick into a different gear. It doesn't seem to be happening. I will keep trying for now but tomorrow will be rough and I might just stay in bed all day. I don't know what to do other than come here and cry. I'm so sorry for all of us. What a crappy life-denying event death is. The word hate hardly covers it.
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