What a waste. Of my time. Of my youth. Of my love. Years spent that I will never get back.
I’m still deep in the grief of my loss. I have a wonderful grasp of the reality of my situation but it doesn’t change the overwhelming sadness I feel for my loss. I miss the him I thought I knew. I miss the him who pretended to love me. I miss the joy I felt when he got home from trucking. I miss waking up wrapped in his arms. I miss the home we shared and the yard I tended to for us. I miss my life.