It’s been 8 years…

…and my broken heart still beats yet I miss him so. I’ve tried carving out a life for myself and I’ve met it with so much frustration and disappointment that times get dark and I wonder what’s the point. No one in my life suspects that I hurt so much still. I wear a smile like body armor so I don’t have to answer questions about how I truly feel. The only thing time has done is allowed me to find coping mechanisms that allow me to go on knowing that he’s no longer here yet my grieving remains.

I’m venting of course. I was reading a sub where people and couples were so happy and I remember those days and I just miss them.

Thank you for allowing me to rant.