I've read all these stupid blogs and social media threads about this. I loved and needed my husband equally. I loved his smile, his hair, his chest, his shoulders, his goofiness, his responsibility, his sense of defending our household. I needed his touch, his eyes, his vulnerability that he would never show to anyone else except for me, his lips and hands on my toes, his scratchy face when he hasn't shaved in a few days, rubbing against my face, etc. I really, really miss my husband, the love of my life. And I hate the US government for killing him. His worst crime in his life was a speeding ticket when he was in high school at age 16.
I love him. I need him. I think both words mean the same thing. Do you? I will be gone when all my SCUBA/inert gas equipment arrives in a week or so. I want to be with him. I need to be with him. I want nothing else in this world. I love him. I need him.
Love & Need are notably different for me. The person that truly loved me & I him died decades ago.
There are still moments where I will experience withdrawl/need for him out of nowhere.
Like, I will develop a headache/muscle aches missing the way he would trail his finger from my ear to my jaw and tip my face up to his, or missing the smell of his sweat/cologne makes my nose burn like when tonic/soda gets caught in there... the ebb & flow of those physical memories are needs to me.
I am the last one of us who gets to have the physical memories because I am still in this body.
Knowing each day that I somehow persevered to remain here/the obsurd/inexplicable scenarios that caused me to survive my ctb attempts, the patience/grace I abundantly extend to others, the way I was able to appreciate/enjoy one particular relationship that came the closest to ours many years after his passing, etc that all directly results from the love that he instilled & continues to grow in me. I can honestly say I love him more now than 30+ years ago.
There are things he said that are clicking into place for the first time now, & I am still realizing/appreciating new ways in which he is amazing.
Let me be clear- the first 15ish years were unbearable & I have minimal memory(multiple people in my life transitioned) of many of those years. I had to be supervised when visiting because I tried to dig up his space multiple times, slept out there countless times & attempted ctb... I was
Also, ctb is never completely off the table for me, so please don't mistake this for a recovery/success story.
I just deeply relate to/remember much of what you described, even if I understand it differently now & wanted to share.
I forgot the question, however I'm not deleting any of this
Sending Energy
Be Well