Odds

I don't have anyone to lean on. I think at this point, I'm expected to "be over it" and move on with my life. 

I'm so tired. I'm so tired of being stoic. People ask how I'm doing, and I lie. Because the saying the truth out loud makes it worse. 

My husband understands, but I can't lean on him - he's grieving, too. I just can't. I want our home life to be happy. I want to be able to go somewhere, cry for an hour, and then come back and pretend all is happy again for our toddler.

I'm so tired of pretending. I have no time to myself. I don't think I want to be alone. I'm afraid.