My husband died 10 days ago. It was expected, he was terminally ill but it came quite quickly at the end.
I thought when it happened, I would be inconsolable, in floods of tears and not able or willing to do anything. However, I'm strangely ok. I have had some crying sessions, particularly in the first few days but I'm now busy sorting out the funeral and notifying all the companies that need to know. We haven't had the funeral yet but I'm already thinking about going back to my art classes, meeting up with friends and even going back to work. I'm looking into groups that I can join to build a social life. What's wrong with me, am I in denial or did I not love him as much as I thought?