It's ten days since my husband died. I know that's no time at all but I just feel lost. Already the support in getting less, the visitors fewer. People move on so quickly. My step daughters were with us at the end, and I supported them all the way. Now I'm not even worth a visit, just a pre arranged video call next weekend. They've gone back to their husbands, children, jobs; my life has been dessimated. I'm organising the funeral mostly alone. I don't want to feel resentment but it's there simmering away.
The emptiness is crippling. The days seem to go on and on. The house is full of his things but I can't feel him, just emptiness. I know this is self indulgent drivel but I'm so tired of being strong and brave. I m broken, that's the truth.
