Tomorrow will be 5 months since I lost my husband. It's always time markers like this that really set the flashbacks to that day in motion. Finding him dead, the police lady telling me that he had died, the visitation, the funeral. I was in such shock then, I was running on automatic pilot. Now that time has passed, it's like I remember every detail. I hate it. He used to tell me how proud of me he was for all my clean time, and he just kept relapsing. I'm not going to drink...I still want to make him proud. I'm just so lonely without him.
Thanks for listening.