My DH (one of the nicest people in the world) died last May from stage 4 bowel cancer. We'd been together for 28 years, married for 22. Two DDs who were 14 and 12 when he died, now 15 and 13. I have very little close family, am close to my DSis, not at all close to my DM, love my MIL but she has dementia and can't remember that DH has died. DH had one brother who lived abroad and tragically also died 10 weeks before DH did. DSIL is still in a bad state after his sudden death.
DDs and I are a tight unit and lead busy lives. We are lucky to live in a lovely place with no financial worries. They had grief counselling but I didn't. I'm seen by everyone as being a super-capable person who can cope with anything. I'm very calm and not a person who shows emotions much, except to DDs obviously. In general they are both coping well, school thinks they are amazing and most of our days are happy rather than sad. I have lots of friends but not really super-close friends, except for a couple who live far away. DH and I were one of those very tight couples and preferred being together more than with others. I deal with all my DDs' needs, work full-time, run the house, get stuff fixed, handle my MIL's affairs and visit her in her nursing home twice a week, do my hobby, etc. Since DH died I've coped with it by keeping constantly busy, and suddenly it's already 9 months, nearly 10 months without him and I can't believe it.
I was watching TV tonight after DDs had gone to bed and one of DH's favourite films came on and it just hit me all over again how crap it is that he's not here and he never will be here again all my life. I miss getting a hug off him when I get in from work. The items of clothing I kept because they smelt of him have almost lost their smell. DD2 said this week that life before he was ill and died is starting to feel like a dream (she was 9 when he was diagnosed). I was at work this week (in a school) and watching a programme with a class and suddenly on the soundtrack of the programme they used a song we played at DH's funeral and I nearly lost it in front of the class which I never do. All the people who rallied round at the time of the funeral have backed off and got on with their own lives (although DDs have supportive friends).
Sorry for going on like this, but after that film came on tonight I came to bed and sobbed into my pillow which is very unlike me. Just wondered if anyone else was up at 1.30 just needing someone to rant to. I just miss him so much and I'm not quite 50 and there might be so many years without him. It's just so unfair.
(Don't want to bore people but there's a whole backstory about how my DM behaved when DH was terminally ill on this old thread)
www.mumsnet.com/Talk/elderly_parents/3184095-DM-81-s-house-uninhabitable-and-shes-in-denial-HELP