My wonderful soulmate DH died two and a half years leaving me and our then 2.5 year old DD. I have done all the right things – I have a great career, supportive friends, I’m even dating again – and to the outside world I’m coping really well. Flourishing, even. And I mean I am, I get up, I work, I parent, I do nice things, I live my life.
But fuck, it’s just so relentlessly AWFUL.
I hate life without him. It’s just miserable. I hate solo parenting, I would never have chosen to have children if I knew I’d be doing it alone. I hate knowing what it feels like to be truly loved and cherished for everything I am and then having had that taken away. I hate going on without my best friend, the other half of myself, the person who made me realise what life was for and why I was here. I hate knowing that life will never be as good again. Can never be as good again.
I don’t really know what I’m asking for here. Nothing really. I just needed to say it out loud without worrying/boring my friends and family. I’m so done with it all. I know I have to keep going and I will. But the joy has been sucked out of life and it feels exhausting.