My darling husband of six years, Brian, took his own life on December 17 or 18. We don't even know when for sure, because I had moved out a few days earlier. I loved him so much and didn't want to leave but he was an alcoholic and I had set a bottom line and had to stick to it, for both of us, I thought. I don't even have a death certificate for him yet because the toxicology tests for cause of death will take several weeks.
I am so, so, so, so sad. My Brian is gone. Forever. He will never have the chance to do all these cool things he wanted to do, like open a restaurant, train Manny as a therapy dog, or be a dad. He will never get sober and hold me again. Laugh. Funny commercials hurt me now, because I've realized we always used to laugh at them together. Weird.
I have not even seen his wedding ring yet. My dad is holding it for me until I feel I'm ready.
So sad, so sad, so sad, and so tired.
