My husband was shot and killed last night. He is 47 years old. He is my world. We were soul mates--have been through more shit than most go through in two lifetimes and came farther than anyone thought we would. He loved enough to change his abusive habits and stop drinking completely. It took us 17 years to get this far, but we packed 30 years of living into it. The reason I am even posting is to remind all of you how short your time together really is and how damned insignificant the petty, stubborn or irrational details and arguments are. I learned some of this too late, we thought we had years and years to go. I am dead inside, broken, alone in the most devastating and painful depths of hurt possible. I am lost without my other half!
NEVER go to bed mad, resentful or indifferently. Tomorrow you may have to go to bed with the t-shirt that smells like him, not the real man you need.
Make a point each and every day to let him know how very much you love him--and how amazing he is at doing something special for you.
Work harder at keeping each other than you did at trying to get each other!
Make every second count! When he is laying on a cold, silver metal table with his chest sewn back togehter and his head has been broken apart by a skull saw-you will regret every half second you let go by taking him for granted.
Work together to stay together...saying you are sorry or bending a bit is so much more worth the petty, stupid bit of pride you give up--especially when you have to struggle to just breathe when you can no longer get a hug or kiss from the one you love more than anything.
Never give up on each other-when the going gets rough, deal with it. It is easier than having to see them get wheeled into an ambulance taking them to the state morgue.
I do not know when or if I will be back on here--without my husband, it just is not the same for me. I do appreciate and will miss the friends I have made--and just damn well hold on to keeping who you have, without them--it is the appocalypse!
NEVER go to bed mad, resentful or indifferently. Tomorrow you may have to go to bed with the t-shirt that smells like him, not the real man you need.
Make a point each and every day to let him know how very much you love him--and how amazing he is at doing something special for you.
Work harder at keeping each other than you did at trying to get each other!
Make every second count! When he is laying on a cold, silver metal table with his chest sewn back togehter and his head has been broken apart by a skull saw-you will regret every half second you let go by taking him for granted.
Work together to stay together...saying you are sorry or bending a bit is so much more worth the petty, stupid bit of pride you give up--especially when you have to struggle to just breathe when you can no longer get a hug or kiss from the one you love more than anything.
Never give up on each other-when the going gets rough, deal with it. It is easier than having to see them get wheeled into an ambulance taking them to the state morgue.
I do not know when or if I will be back on here--without my husband, it just is not the same for me. I do appreciate and will miss the friends I have made--and just damn well hold on to keeping who you have, without them--it is the appocalypse!