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- June 19, 2017, 5:24 p.m.
She said, “We don’t know now but it won’t hurt this bad forever.”
I replied coldly, “Yes, it will.”
“I know it feels like that now,” she answered,” but someday it will feel like less of a weight.”
“No it won’t.”
“You don’t know…“
“Yes, I do.”
How can I explain to her that I’ve been through this grief before. How can I explain that I lost the man that was practically my husband long before you even knew anything about me. How can I explain that I know what it’s like when there is a chunk of your heart that has been ripped from you.
Those aren’t questions, those are statements. How, indeed.
She’ll never know what I feel because she will never know the breadth of my love for another. She’ll just speculate that I’ll get over it because I don’t love anyone, not even myself.
Deleted user ⋅ June 30, 2017
:-( I am so sorry..