I sit here in the middle of the night and am missing my husband, It just hits you hard when you are going through this seperation, the end of a marriage, my marriage. We used to stay up late just to spend time together, laughing, me crying or being grossed out by a movie. I would curl up with my head into his lap while he would stroke my hair and eventually would fall asleep with my head on his lap and his arm wrapped arund my waist. We havent done that for so many years but I remember it as if it were yesterday. I feel like I have been robbed of all our dreams, our love sucked out of our bodies and in its place filled with an overabundace of alcohol that would not leave my husband. It has destroyed our love, our friendship, our family. He has nothing left and I am just a shell of the person I once was, hoping that with my own illness, I will begin to get bettr more quicly now that the daily stress is gone. but the dreams of our being together, growing old together, will never happen, all I can hope for at this point is that we will be friendly at some point. But right now all i am is angry, scared and lost.
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