How is it possible to feel such joy and such pain and sorrow at the same time?
How is it possible to look into the eyes of my present and possible future and melt with love then be devastated by a memory of the past that is no longer?
How is it possible to be so very happy and so devastatingly sad at the same time?
I have found love again. He makes my heart sing. He’s understanding, kind, caring, considerate, and he is willing to do whatever it takes to be there for me while I grieve intensely at this time of year. And when he was talking about me to someone he works with, his word were “I can be her next chapter, she already had a great chapter before me… I get to be next” (or something along those lines. I was so shocked and so much more instantly in love with him when he said that that I don’t remember his exact words)
And… I want to tell Mark. I want to tell him all about this new guy. I want to tell Mark how the new guy makes me feel. I want to snuggle up and see him and tell him all about the things that make my new guy so amazing. Because Mark would understand. He’d be happy for me. He’d want to hear all the details. He’d want to meet the new guy. Because he was that awesome.
How do I reconcile the absolute joy I have found in my new love with the devastation of not having my husband?
It’s a strange juxtaposition. One I never expected to be feeling or working my way through 3 days before the 4th anniversary of his death.
I’m devastated and sad and grieving.
I’m happy and in love and enjoying life.
What. The. Everloving. Fuck?