It’s 3years since I lost my husband and I’m still struggling
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Good morning. Sorry for your loss. There is no timeline to how long any of these awful feelings last.
Can I ask how long were you married for. Grief is a horrible thing. It hits us all differently. No right or wrong way.
Sending hugs 
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Hi .i lost my partner of 22yrs almost 2yrs ago .
I to struggle everyday and dont think i will ever lead a near to normal life ever.
I never spent a day of our 22yrs apart and she was the one who made life such a special adventure.
What i mean by this is she was so organised.
When it came to birthdays, holidays ,days out and christmas ,she made every year different from the last.
I cant compete or step into her shoes.
I miss her so much and feel i am half the person.
Its an awful situation to be in and i feel for you .
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I dont think there’s a timeline.
The grief loneliness just stays with us forever. We can put to side for a while but it is always waiting in the background to come back when you least expect it.
I.m 8 months into this andbi thought i was doing ok not great but ok this week seem to have slipped back to earlier days
I.miss my husband every day and try to do things but evenings back home it makes me sad
Trying to be strong
Take care
Lynne
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I find evenings difficult.
I have a son 18yrs old and lives a very active life.
He goes to uni during day and most nights he travels 30 miles to Bedlington Station to practice American wrestling and has done shortly after his mams passing.
The trouble I have is my partner passed away at home and in our bed we shared.
Since her diagnosis in 2019 ive slept on the sofa in the living room.
I cant bring myself to spend a night in out bedroom.
I dont know if many people decide to do the same either through the traumatic events that took place in the room or just got used to the idea of sofa surfing.
Mine was the trauma .
Any way as the living room is my bedroom I get the feeling my son does not want to invade my space.
The downside is ,evenings I spend alone just me and my french bull dog “Dora”.
With no company and very little to occupy my mind i can easily spiral down and think of Cheryl and the pain ,instead of happy memories before the cancer .
I have the added worry concerning my uncle .
I go to my mams every sunday for lunch and my uncle lives up the street in a bungalow.
I dont see my uncle that often as he used to do part time work as security for group 4.
He was so fit for a man of almost 80 years old.
Well i got such a shock on sunday past .
My mam told me he had back problems and with that he has lost an excessive amount of weight in a short period of time.
The talk from medical professionals is they are worried he has cancer.
Ive already lost my partner to cervical cancer and the thought of my uncle 
Is to ,to much to handle .
So with that fresh in my mind ,I dont look forward to many more nights alone in the sitting room.
GRIEF just carries on.