Honestly one of the best things about this dumpster fire of a situation is knowing I'm not alone. I'm not crazy. That I'm not the only one who feels/felt like their spouse was body snatched. Cardinal and Woosa you don't know how much it means to know I'm not the only one aching, angry, and anxious in turn.
And thank you Cardinal. Today is already better day. Today I'm GALing my ever shrinking butt off. My friend scored some VIP tickets to a fun female focused event and the cocktail hour before hand. I'm so ready to be in a room full of rowdy empowered women, lol. That's who I was pre-depression, pre-grief, and pre-BD. I miss her, that person I used to be, sometimes a lot more than I miss him.
