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- May 29, 2019
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Hi, I'm relatively new here.
Im glad to have found this forum with pro choice people, and I was hoping to share my story and that you may be able to give me some perspective, as I'm so consumed with grief I can't see anything else
I've battled with depression and borderline bpd all my life. But as I got older, I got my life on track. I've been through alot of shit experiences as I'm sure we all have, in order to have ended up here.
I've had heart operations, cervical cancer operations, held at gun point, nearly died giving birth to my first child, and had to watch my second spend 5 weeks in NICU at the start of this year. At one point we even had to plan a baby funeral, but he pulled through. He's still on oxygen and heart medication now.
We got back home and back to normal life. We had about 10 weeks all together as a family at home - myself, my husband, our toddler and our baby.
I tucked the children into bed one evening and waited for my husband to get home from work. He was two hours late. Then finally a knock at the door. But it wasn't him. It was the police.
My husband had been in a motorcycle accident and had been killed instantly on his way home.
The following police investigation, his time at the morgue, and everything since, has been a complete nightmare.
His family left me to completely organise and pay for the funeral myself. After if sorted everything they tried to interfere. They talked all through his ceremony, then did shots at the bar at his wake.
It was all so disrespectful.
I'm an absolute mess. My husband was my soul mate. He was by my side when I went through all those horrible experiences I mentioned at the start. We travelled the world together. He held me together as we watched our baby fight for his life.
All I want to do is ctb and join him. I don't know what I believe in terms of the after life or if there is one at all, but I don't much care at this point.
But I don't want to mess up my children. They're so young, they'd never remember having a mummy and daddy. They'd be taken in by either my parents or sister and brother in law, who I know would love them and give them a good life. Not the same as parents, I know. But I'm worried I'm so messed up, that I'll mess my children up. I shout at them for the littlest things and I've found myself saying awful things to the baby.
I'm worried that having me as a mother growing up would be worse than having no mother at all. I've had to give up my career to care for my children. I feel guilty my husband died in his bike. He was tired from having 2 kids and 2 jobs but still used to get up early and take the baby so I could get a couple hours sleep after having both the kids all night.
I feel completely torn at my very soul. My little family has been completely disintegrated. I just want to be with my husband. But I don't want to abandon my children. I'm in therapy, on meds and I've turned to widow groups for support, but I've been told I'm selfish for even thinking this way. I'm exhausted. I'm terrified. I'm being ripped apart at the seams.
I've bought SN. I'm not planning on making any impulsive decisions. I have affairs to put in order. I'm not even sure why I'm posting here.
Thanks for reading my nonsense.
Im glad to have found this forum with pro choice people, and I was hoping to share my story and that you may be able to give me some perspective, as I'm so consumed with grief I can't see anything else
I've battled with depression and borderline bpd all my life. But as I got older, I got my life on track. I've been through alot of shit experiences as I'm sure we all have, in order to have ended up here.
I've had heart operations, cervical cancer operations, held at gun point, nearly died giving birth to my first child, and had to watch my second spend 5 weeks in NICU at the start of this year. At one point we even had to plan a baby funeral, but he pulled through. He's still on oxygen and heart medication now.
We got back home and back to normal life. We had about 10 weeks all together as a family at home - myself, my husband, our toddler and our baby.
I tucked the children into bed one evening and waited for my husband to get home from work. He was two hours late. Then finally a knock at the door. But it wasn't him. It was the police.
My husband had been in a motorcycle accident and had been killed instantly on his way home.
The following police investigation, his time at the morgue, and everything since, has been a complete nightmare.
His family left me to completely organise and pay for the funeral myself. After if sorted everything they tried to interfere. They talked all through his ceremony, then did shots at the bar at his wake.
It was all so disrespectful.
I'm an absolute mess. My husband was my soul mate. He was by my side when I went through all those horrible experiences I mentioned at the start. We travelled the world together. He held me together as we watched our baby fight for his life.
All I want to do is ctb and join him. I don't know what I believe in terms of the after life or if there is one at all, but I don't much care at this point.
But I don't want to mess up my children. They're so young, they'd never remember having a mummy and daddy. They'd be taken in by either my parents or sister and brother in law, who I know would love them and give them a good life. Not the same as parents, I know. But I'm worried I'm so messed up, that I'll mess my children up. I shout at them for the littlest things and I've found myself saying awful things to the baby.
I'm worried that having me as a mother growing up would be worse than having no mother at all. I've had to give up my career to care for my children. I feel guilty my husband died in his bike. He was tired from having 2 kids and 2 jobs but still used to get up early and take the baby so I could get a couple hours sleep after having both the kids all night.
I feel completely torn at my very soul. My little family has been completely disintegrated. I just want to be with my husband. But I don't want to abandon my children. I'm in therapy, on meds and I've turned to widow groups for support, but I've been told I'm selfish for even thinking this way. I'm exhausted. I'm terrified. I'm being ripped apart at the seams.
I've bought SN. I'm not planning on making any impulsive decisions. I have affairs to put in order. I'm not even sure why I'm posting here.
Thanks for reading my nonsense.