I could not believe some of the comments that flowed from the lips of the man who had been my love and soulmate for 25 years. Of course alcohol dementia was mainly the cause, but it still tore my heart to shreds, and had me wondering if I had been in dreamland all my married life. Even my daughters had doubts about me, until he lived with each one and drove them potty, til the eldest let him really have it.
I sat in a flat, and couldn't be bothered even hanging a picture, let alone eating and had the barest of social contact for 6 months, living in PityPot Land all alone.
The misery does ease, the pain does get less intense, comes less often and somewhere the dormant spark of life begins to burn again.
I hope this begins to do so for you very soon.