My wife left me after my suicidal thoughts broke her.
My heart and insides burn and scream at me to fight, fight, fight. She loved me once and we built a beautiful life together.
My head tells me she is no longer in love with me and has begun moving on. And that it is time to come to terms with that and move on myself.
The turmoil is real. The what ifs live
on the edge of my mind all the time.
Sometimes I’m ok. More often I wake up looking for her; needing her touch.
I try the old songs, but most don’t work like they used to. I’m not the same person I was the last time I needed them.
I miss her as my friend most of all. Always there to comfort and soothe.
I have a hard time doing it without her. She’s been by my side longer than she hasn’t. This new world is terrifying.