My husband passed away. Tomorrow at noon it will be three weeks. I am devastated, laid barren. I have no dreams, no hope, no warmth to live for. I'm getting out of bed each morning because people tell me I should. But the truth that I tell no one is that I died the day he died. So why should I live?
There is nothing I want to do without him. I come to work, try and do my job, but there is no purpose.
Everything makes me mad. Work, people, the sun. I can't bear that he was taken away from me.
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