I miss him, I can still hear his voice- my husband... I miss the way we danced to norah jones in the middle of dinner. I miss his texts on his breaks. I miss his smile, and how he used to throw me ontop of himself on the couch so the dog would think that I was attacking him (he was pinning me ontop and tickling me) and my dog would always go for the supposed attacker, me! my dexter dog never bit me hard- he always just wanted to give me a warning.
I hate him for leaving me! He had no right to leave me a widow at 34! He had no right to die at 35, the same age as my sister died.
i miss him like I cant breathe. I hate him like no other. I just hate him for leaving me!