Short Notice

Since Gerard died I do not have the money to stay in our apartment. I have to move this weekend. Because I couldn't do much packing last weekend since everything was closed for the holiday, I asked my boss if I could have a day or a half day off this week. She said no, because it was too short notice.

That's so fucking ridiculous. Like I planned for Gerard to die. That came with no fucking notice! She is such a bitch. God.

My life is over

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.