Sad
I think of him on our wedding day, so happy.
I think of him laughing.
I think of backgammon and getting the puppies and thinking about the future.
I remember love notes on the mirror.
I remember that man and I get so sad. I would do anything to have him back 100% of the time.
Instead I get him for an hour or two a week, if I am lucky. Otherwise I get isolation, snappiness, outright ignored.
I miss my husband so much. How did we end up here? Why won't he try harder in recovery? I want that man back.