DH died. I miss the father of my DC, I miss having practical help, but I'm also feeling strange sense of freedom for myself.
I'm devastated that my DC have lost their Dad, but I don't think that's the same as grieving my husband?
It's all come to a head because I've finally got round to clearing his things. TBH I think I was putting it off because I was scared of what I might find.
I'd long suspected he was lying to me. I won't say what it was about because many will think it was insignificant. That's why I mostly carried on, rather than facing it. When I did try he would gaslight me and convince me I was imagining things. But, it mattered to me and he knew that. I also just hate lying, even over the small stuff.
So, I've found something in a pocket yhat proves I was right all along. What do you do with that kind of information? 30 years we were married.