At what point does this get easier? Everyone keeps promising it does...yet I just don’t see it ever happening.
There are good days, and there are bad days. The good days make the bad days that much worse...so you almost fear the good days.
losing your partner/bestfriend/pesterer/pusher/motivator/rock of 23+ years is not easy.
every self help everything is totally wrong. Everything is totally wrong None of this makes sense.