It's just one of those days. I've developed a routine over the last few months. I get up everyday and start my day, do the things I have to do. But eventually it hits me.. How much longer do I have to work to hold myself together ? Does the pain and emptiness ever heal? I miss the love of my life so much. All I can think is "this shouldn't be happening. I shouldn't be this girl trying to figure out how to live because my fiancé is dead" I hold myself together because of my children but sometimes I am just so tired ..