Sitting here just wondering at what point I’ll stop expecting my husband to come back home. I know it’s irrational and I know it’s ridiculous but every now and then I get a wave that washes over me expecting him to turn up. It’s just over eleven weeks since he passed away. The most stupid thing is that it was usually the other way round- you know when life was normal, it was me who went out and he’d be at home waiting for me. I miss him so very much, it hurts. And tonight is particularly bad. Sorry for rambling but that’s what is so supportive about this group.
Take care all
