I'm dying inside
This is all hitting me so very hArd now. I don't want to go home, not to stay alone without him or to even go through his stuff. I never in my life imagined I would have to play the song I wanted to play at our wedding at his funeral instead.. I can't help but think if only I would have actually woken up in the middle of the night last night when I could kinda hear the nurses in the room and him not responding. I wish I wouldn't have assumed he was knocked out from his sleeping pill cause I was so exhausted.. Maybe had I of gotten up they could have done surgery to save him.. I hate this so much. I don't know where to go from here my heart has broken into a million pieces
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