The thing that never happens to me is happening.
I’m starting to cry.
And I can’t think of a way to stop it.
I am falling apart.
My husband is gone, there’s no one who will give me his special brand of support.
I do have friends – but none of them boost me the way he did. They have their own ways of supporting me.
I miss him.
I want him.
I need him.
I am afraid to leave to try to compose myself – after all – what happens if I break down completely? There’s no where for me to hide – I don’t have my car today.
I want to crawl under my desk and cry…..