If you had told me ten years ago that it would take me this long to navigate my conflicting feelings of loss and truly come to grips with the fact that my husband died, he’s not coming back and I’ll never see him again, I would have thought you were smoking something and totally out there.
In the beginning, I was just trying to survive which meant working a full-time job and raising a thirteen-year-old boy by myself. I honestly didn’t think beyond the day I was in. That’s all I could manage. I constantly told myself that other women … Read More
