When he passed away, our marriage changed. You changed. I changed.
I know it was inevitable, but it was also heartbreaking.
I live with these changes daily.
You may not notice.......
I used to hug, kiss, touch, fawn over you.
Now? Not so much.
When you pushed me away, time after time, and rejected me while you mourned, it created something that I am not strong enough to fix.
A part of me is tore up by this; I cannot seem to heal it enough to actually let you back in.
But
just as painful is the isolation that has been created within me.
I miss you. I miss me. I sometimes don't recognize this me that I am now.
I miss our connection.
I miss you letting me tickle you, and you playfully kicking me off the bed.
Ultimately, I miss US.
Where do we go from here?
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With life being as hectic as it is, it's easy to lose sight of the one who is most important to you. Hopefully he wakes up and sees this before it's too late. Best of luck to you!
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