I miss Matt so much. It hurts, all of it, everywhere. Not constantly, but a lot. I hate it when my mornings start like this, because it makes it harder to focus on work…or at least harder not to be distracted when I don’t have any work to do. For some reason, I’ve been remembering the sound of Matt’s voice this morning, which is not a very productive thing to do. Sometimes I want to go bury myself in a hole in the ground and never come out. I won’t, but sometimes I want to. That alternative seems better than never living with Matt again. I had never been happier or more loved…..
I'm a young, childless widow who is trying to figure out the best way to deal with the world in light of my late husband's suicide. It's harder than I ever imagined it would be, but somehow at the same time I am still alive and even happy sometimes. View all posts by erinreeve