DH died in October 2020, very suddenly. He was the absolute love of my life, my soulmate, the perfect partner from me - he complemented me in every way. Today has been so, so sad. I used to love Christmas so much but today I painted on a smile for my DD and did the best I could but I was miserable every moment. I hated it. And I'm so sad because it was such a special time of year for me and DH. We did it so well. And he would be so gutted to think that I wasn't enjoying it any more, or that I wouldn't be able to properly appreciate it with DD. What he wouldn't give to be here with her for it...
Will Christmas ever be good again? One of the things I find the hardest about grief is the fact that I can't see a time when life won't be worse than it would have been if DH was still here. I don't know how I can go on for the next thirty, forty, fifty years knowing that my happiness peaked for the 8 year period we were together. That seems so, so cruel. How can one keep going?
Sorry for the ramble. I feel very alone.