Two years ago today, my entire life was ripped away from me. At this moment, I feel almost as sick, vulnerable and hopeless as I did that day. My memories and emotions are just as fresh. I am back to basics -- this CANNOT be true. Mike CANNOT be gone. I CANNOT be expected to spend the rest of my life without him. Doesn't God know we had a future planned? Doesn't He know Mike fought and fought and fought so hard -- and sacrificed so much -- so that his payoff would be a long, happy life? Where did this all go wrong?
The other half of my soul is gone, and nothing can bring it back to life. Once again, I feel like I don't care about anything, and I don't want to do this anymore. This isn't the outcome Mike and I planned. This isn't what was promised to us.
Mikey, what do I do?
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