The big 5-0 today. Oh, how I wish you were here to celebrate with me. I imagine us staying up until midnight just so we could catch that exact moment on the clock together. You’d probably have made me laugh, brought out a cake with too many candles, and made this milestone feel like magic. … Continue reading Happy Birthday to Me
Author: The Broken Wife
Hopeful But Hurting
I haven’t cried in a couple of days.That might not sound like much, but it feels like a quiet victory in a storm that never fully passes. You’ve been eating. Taking your medicine. Yesterday, you even watched a video about ECT. That alone feels like a whisper of progress, a thread of hope I can … Continue reading Hopeful But Hurting
Just Enough
I spoke to your nurse last night.She said you were doing better.You ate a little bit.You drank one of those high-calorie protein drinks.Physical therapy came, and you walked the hallway.You brushed your teeth.You took the Ativan—twice. Just enough hope for me to hang on to. That’s the cycle I’m caught in. The rise and fall … Continue reading Just Enough
Breaking The Broken
You were my solace.My steady.My safe place to land when the world felt too sharp, too loud, too much.You always knew. Even when I said, “I’m fine,” you saw through it.You’d tilt your head, pull me close, whisper, “Talk to me.”And somehow, the weight would lift—just enough to breathe again. But now, it’s me who’s … Continue reading Breaking The Broken
A Month Without You
It’s been a whole month since you’ve been home. Thirty days since I last felt your presence in the quiet corners of our house. I miss you. I miss us. I miss your light, the way your laugh used to fill a room and soften even the hardest of days. I miss your love, the kind … Continue reading A Month Without You
May 16: A Heavy Day of Love and Loss
Today would have been my mom’s 70th birthday. She died in 2003, and every year since, this day has carried a quiet, familiar ache. I miss her deeply, all the years we didn’t get, all the memories we never made. But this year, the grief feels different. It’s not just about my mom anymore. The … Continue reading May 16: A Heavy Day of Love and Loss
This Love Isn’t Finished
I woke up at 1:45 a.m. again. I didn’t even try to go back to sleep. The second I opened my eyes, your face was there. Your pain. Your silence. The weight of it all. Today, I have to fight for you — because there is no fight left in you. I cry as I … Continue reading This Love Isn’t Finished
To my Husband: Mother’s Day Without Your Flowers
Every year that we've been together, you’ve surprised me with beautiful hanging baskets and porch pots. Mother’s Day was always your holiday to shine. You wanted those flowers to last, to mean something, because you knew how deeply I love being a mom. A lot of years, they would just show up—no fanfare, no big … Continue reading To my Husband: Mother’s Day Without Your Flowers
A Woman Holding on to a Man Letting go
I haven’t posted in a while. Not because things have gotten better, but because I was afraid I was trauma dumping. There's this guilt I carry, that sharing too much of the dark makes people turn away, that the more I say, the heavier it becomes not just for me, but for anyone reading. But … Continue reading A Woman Holding on to a Man Letting go
Held Together With Double-sided Tape and a Prayer
Maybe today I did wear a hat. At the very last minute, I decided I should make some sort of effort for the staff appreciation party at work. Not because I felt particularly inspired, and definitely not because I had it all together—but because I had just enough energy to try. The Easter decorations were … Continue reading Held Together With Double-sided Tape and a Prayer
The Broken Wife 