@MissHavishamsMouldyOldCake My husband died after a 2 year terminal illness. Nothing compared to the grief of living with someone you loved where you knew that the person would die, but you didn't know when and you were watching them deteriorate before your eyes. Your life is thrown into total disarray, your hopes and dreams are pulled from under your feet in a nano second. Try dealing with that, and with dependent children at the same time.
When my husband died my heart was broken but our lives together had ended long ago and my life was on hold caring for him. When he died I felt huge relief, like a weight had been lifted. My grief when he died and during his illness was overwhelming. When he died, I had a huge sadness and several years later I still do, but never did I feel the utter despair I felt during his illness.
I met my partner a year after my husband died, I miss my husband all the time, he is never far from my thoughts, every decision I make, especially for the children is done with him in mind, and what he would have done or wanted me to do. My heart breaks when I see him in children, when I do things we would have done together and that never gets easier.
But my partner has brought joy into my life, he has given me a new life and I absolutely adore him. My grief hasn't gone but it's part of my new life, it isn't my whole life.
As I have said before. Never judge until you've been there and experienced it.