I do understand and empathize my friend. I miss my W. And I miss my kids’ Mom. Still. Not all the time. There are moments however.
I was playing the piano, and above it on the wall is a picture of my four kids, taken at Christmas many years ago. It must be around a decade old that picture. Their faces so young and happy, standing in front of our old upright piano all decorated with Christmas lights. W, I, and kids - we were a family.
Boy, I can sure pour the emotions into song recalling those times.
I do miss my wife. And XW is not W.
The guy running about, who looks like H, isn’t that loving H you miss. Old H is buried under denial and justifications. He may surface; he may not. The road to that understanding, to that acceptance, is a sad one.
Don’t worry that you haven’t shaken the sadness. It takes a while for our emotions to find their way.
You are doing just fine my friend.
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Feelings are fleeting. Be better, not bitter. Love the person, forgive the sin.