It sucks on cellular levels.
The drive in was painful. Closer we got… the more I hurt.
My friends were all talking about their husbands and how they’d met and how long they’d been together. All I could think of was…. we’d have been married 17 years this year. And together 19.
I wanted to share my stories… but didn’t want to start crying or be the Big Sad Widow.
So I kept quiet and listened.
And watched the scenery change as we got closer to where my life with him started.