For the last year and a half I have lived with Bradley, he was the love of my life. Not aday went by that he didn't call me at work several times to say how are you and I love you. He sent flowers and bought things he thought I wanted constantly. He never failed to make sure I was cared for and happy. His love was something you think of only in a movie or fictional book. There was compassion and passion so much so, that we could not believe that we had found such love and marvelled everyday at how we met and loved.
We actually met because my daughter set up a blind date. It was instant chemistry from the beginning. We never spent a moment apart except for work. I was there to help him through his struggle when his dad died, and he was there for me trying to divorce my husband who had beat me and raped our daughter. My life was so horrible in the past that you can imagine how finding this kind of love felt. Itfelt like a dream.
He ate something that made him ill and he died suddenly, within hours. I was left empty and feeling so alone and the pain is so bad that I don't know if I will ever make it. He gave so much, and now I can't seem to find myself because he is gone.
To make matters worse, his kids and ex-wife have seen to it that everything we had is gone.I am treated as if I don't really exist, they feel that their loss is worse and more permanent than mine, and don't even recognize me as the love of his life and me his.
I don't know what will happen but I feel lost and alone. Someday I hope this pain will leave.
Thanks for letting me share.