It was one year ago that I was completely devastated.
It wasn’t the first time and sadly, it probably won’t be the last, but it was as if the life was sucked out of me.
I remember the news today as clearly as last year. I remember standing in the bedroom doorway, clutching to the dresser as he heard the news I was too fragile to hear. I remember collapsing to the floor in a heap of sobs, pounding my fists and screaming any time I had enough breath.
I don’t think you ever completely get over that.