Tomorrow is my husband´s birthday. He would be turning 51. Body hasn´t been released yet since August 2nd.
I´ve been reading a lot about the phases of grief and all those stuff to see if I can find myself on any of those posts... But no. Feeling most part of the time alone and numb, I´ve made a good friend here who talks to me. And I´ve hidden even from him my two suicide attempts in this time. Don´t know what´s going on, every day it goes I feel more and more anger and hate about my husband. I understand consciently this is totally weird