to even start.
I lost my partner B last October. We had a very unconventional relationship. we were partners for six years but never lived together. that wasn’t us. I loved them so much though. They passed suddenly from a heart attack aged 55. Every single day feels just as painful as the day I got that phone call.
We had spoke the night before, I went to sleep and when I woke they weren’t here any more. it still feels so unreal. They brought light to my life and I feel so alone and dark now. If it wasn’t for my cats I honestly think I’d have followed her.
I was the person who stood up at her funeral and spoke about her, I made sure that I viewed her body. I needed to do that. I’m glad I did it too. The pain tho. It keeps me awake and catches me when I least expect it.
Something happened last night that really broke me and I know I need help, to talk or something o’r find a way of getting some counselling o’r something.
A hair. wrapped around a fairy light on my bed head. absolutely and undeniably hers, after seven months. I saved it in a photo I have of her in my bedroom and I just dissolved.
People keep saying to me she wouldnt want me sad. I hide it mostly anyways as I hate being a burden to anyone. Well I didn’t want her to die, but she did so she doesn’t get a say in the matter. I know folks mean well but….
I lost a close friend three months after my partner and that’s been traumatic too.
anyhoo that’s enough for now
