Just over a month ago I lost my partner of 10 years. He was 33. 3 weeks after our 10 year anniversary, he woke me up at 530 in the morning asking for help. Within seconds he was gasping for air and nonverbal. Before I could even get the 911 operator on speaker phone, he was gone.
I don’t want to do this without him. He is my everything.
I would give up everything to have him back here.
I’m not suicidal. This isn’t a cry for help.
But I also don’t know how hard I’d fight if I came across a bear in the woods.
Every day feels like an eternity.