DH has maybe twelve months; maybe six, maybe eighteen, but our time is limited.
I am brokenhearted for him and it’s incredibly hard but I can’t help my mind jumping to the future and it feels a bit bleak.
I am going to be lonely, so lonely. I know, friends - but let’s face it, friends only kind of go so far. You might meet friends for an hour or so and then you have the rest of the weekend or holiday.
I can do stuff, I know there’s always stuff to do. But I’m so sad that I won’t have people.