Day 13, Soul-Searching
(On Monday, December 16, 2019. I left on a soul-searching journey with entirely too many clothes, shoes, and a picture of my husband.)
I have stretched my trip out quite a bit, but it has definitely been a time for me to do what I need to do to pull myself together and get into survival mode. I'm sure the healing has only just begun, but at least I have hope now that I won't just lay in bed all day and cry.
The world definitely is a quieter place without him, and I miss him dearly. I have his picture sitting next to me everywhere I go, and talk to him frequently. I've yelled at him a few times, too, and I'm sure if he could answer back, he would do whatever he could to help ease my pain.
I love you, my Handsome Devil. Love, your Masquerade. Bye for now...❤