
ForeverCaHa
Heartbroken Welshman
- Feb 16, 2025
- 381
I knew this week would be hard. Not because of my coming attempt, but since it would've been our anniversary week. It's only 9am here. I have to get through a whole day with these thoughts. Even after that there's still 3 more days. I just want to sleep until Saturday.
Exactly one year ago I had moved into a new house, ready to start my PhD. Everything was looking fantastic. I was excited about life and everything I had coming.
Now I'm back in my mum's spare room, barely holding myself together. I'm constantly on the verge of tears, forcing memories down so I don't have to think about him and our time together. It's getting harder though. Yesterday all I could think of was my hand on his leg as he drove. It's been almost two months since he died and I'm still stuck on that day, I haven't moved forward even a tiny bit. If anything, it's gotten harder to cope with life without him. But I can't say any of this out loud. I threatened to end the relationship, so how could anyone believe that I loved him and still do love him? It's cruel of me to even have these thoughts since it was my own choice that led to this chain of events.
I was so lucky, but I didn't appreciate it. I acted like a brat and this is where it got me.
The weather has been so nice recently. He would've loved it. Maybe we would've gone to the beach, had a picnic in the park, gone for a weekend away in nature... I'd be happy with just sitting with him and holding his hand again. I want to make him tea, stroke his hair, hold him close, remind him how proud I am to be with him.
Exactly one year ago I had moved into a new house, ready to start my PhD. Everything was looking fantastic. I was excited about life and everything I had coming.
Now I'm back in my mum's spare room, barely holding myself together. I'm constantly on the verge of tears, forcing memories down so I don't have to think about him and our time together. It's getting harder though. Yesterday all I could think of was my hand on his leg as he drove. It's been almost two months since he died and I'm still stuck on that day, I haven't moved forward even a tiny bit. If anything, it's gotten harder to cope with life without him. But I can't say any of this out loud. I threatened to end the relationship, so how could anyone believe that I loved him and still do love him? It's cruel of me to even have these thoughts since it was my own choice that led to this chain of events.
I was so lucky, but I didn't appreciate it. I acted like a brat and this is where it got me.
The weather has been so nice recently. He would've loved it. Maybe we would've gone to the beach, had a picnic in the park, gone for a weekend away in nature... I'd be happy with just sitting with him and holding his hand again. I want to make him tea, stroke his hair, hold him close, remind him how proud I am to be with him.