“It’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”
It’s a warm and fuzzy theory and everything, but the deeper I sink into the hell of losing my husband, best friend and soul mate, the more I think it may just be another of those placatory statements which means absolutely fuck all.
A steely, love-free heart would be preferable to the broken, aching organ which currently occupies a cavity in my chest. At least then there would be no pain – it would simply be deflected.
If I’d never met Him, how much easier the act of living would be. He would have died and I would never have known. I would have always looked for Him, I’m sure, as I spent 26 years looking for Him, but this sensation of being somehow bereft of a limb would be muted. Selfish thing to say, but try a mile in these shoes.
We were cut from the same cloth, you see. Fitted together like the last two pieces of a jigsaw. Distinct personalities, yet fundamentally linked. How do I proceed now He’s gone, so suddenly, so definitively?
I’m on the pills, doing the counselling, distracting myself with child, dog, wine, writing! Child, dog, wine, inappropriate men! Child, dog, wine, new sideboard! I’m playing my role in this act of living to great effect.
But something’s shifted in the grief process. I’m not sure exactly what it is, but I feel different. The weight on my shoulders feels heavier. Even the thought of His name is too much.
Listen, don’t worry though. Tomorrow’s another day. Life goes on. Onwards and upwards.
And assorted other clichés.
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I know this – I’m right there too – my heart hurts
I shouting out to you through the void. Clearly you can hear me. Thank you. X
I remember saying to someone, after G had his diagnosis of terminal cancer, that it was easier for him as he just had to die. They were horrified, but I was right. He doesn’t have to live this horrible, horrible life. I do sometimes wish we’d never met, but I know I’m kidding myself. Even knowing what I know now, I wouldn’t have changed it. Hugs to you and your daughter. I’m off to open the wine xx
What a terrible admission, right? But I do sometimes feel it. Whilst I know he’s worth every tear, and that he brought me so much joy in the years we were together, this is so fucking unbearable I wonder if it wouldn’t all be easier if we’d never met. Hugs to you too love. My wine is already open. X