So what am I feeling now?
The anger has given way to genuinely missing him.
Don't get me wrong; he was an extremely difficult man to live with, but he was MY man.
There are now so many things I can't figure out and, in some ways, the house is far more at ease without him, but this wasn't my choice.
I was in it for the long haul and regardless how difficult he sometimes made things, I would never have called it a day.
What I can't figure out is - does that make me the weak one, or the strong one?
