One year

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.