My partner of 15 years died unexpectedly six weeks ago. I decided to leave our house (which we moved in two years ago) two days after his funeral for a long break abroad. I thought running away from a place that we built with lovely memories would lessen my heartbreak but instead all that wrenching pain has followed me here… He was my Mr Everything. Right now the heartache is indescribable. I cry and sob daily despite being surrounded by my supportive family and friends.
My life is just an ebb of constant pain, sorrow and anger. I can’t seem to find any comfort in any of the lovely memories that we had of which there was plenty.
If grief is the price that we pay for loving someone, will it ever go away as time goes by? Right now I can’t imagine there is even a glimpse of light at the end of this long narrow dark tunnel that I live in…. Will I ever walk out of this horrid storm one day?