Scared
I had the saddest year in a state of depression and fear.
The streets were silent for a few days, and I spent a year alone in a foreign country with my seriously ill husband and two children. My husband has entered the end of his life, I don't know why, I am not in love with my dear person, but full of fear and worry, anxiety is out of order, and my heart is hit hard. I am very timid, afraid that my husband has any complications and does not know how to deal with them, and I am afraid of scaring my children, I have not experienced life and death parting, I know that losing my lover is painful, and I am also miserable.
Why do people encounter this disaster in middle age, I am kind, I am industrious, I love my family, I love the people around me, but God still does not let me go, and the small family that was once happy and full is gone.
After the collapse, I consoled myself that being alone was nothing more than a little harder, just like before I got married. But can it be the same? The two children have our common blood. There are no more arm-in-arm, no more days of getting along day and night, no more worries. The pain of widowhood is the highest level of pain, and fate requires me to bear the pain of super-self-inflicted.
In the future, it is a person who bears all the suffering, and there is no one to complain. Complaining to relatives and friends more, others are also annoyed, always negative emotions are displayed, and friends are gone. So you must be strong and hurt yourself again. No hassle.
Another sleepless night.
