I am going to set the record straight - I am no saint. Since all of this has happened in September, I have behaved been pretty awfully - especally at first. I begged, pleaded, guilted, yelled at, did everythig I could to stop this juggernaut. This was in the early months and made everything worse.
You are not alone in this. I think everyone here did a variation of that ^^^ in some fashion or another. I did as well. That was a most awful feeling in the world: utter betrayal and desolation at losing our spouses.
