Fuck.
Suicide is wrong.
The holes it tears in the lives you leave behind take years to heal and never really close completely. There is always that void. That absence.
Having lost a best friend, I can't imagine losing a best friend, lover and life companion soulmate.
+++++ vibes to Shmoesmith and all survivors.
It will take a long time to learn to live with this.
You will be angry.
You will be sad.
Someday you will come to terms with it. It will never make sense, but it will just be something that is, that cannot be changed.
Suicide comes in a moment of weakness, however brief, and "if this, and if that", then things may have been different.
Unfortunately what has happend is what is.
The new reality, no matter how fucked up.
I partialy understand your pain, your dark hour in which you exist, but only partially.
Hang in there. Be strong but also allow yourself to be weak to rest and remember the good she brought to you.
If she could take it back, after seeing the pain and anguish left behind, she would.
She never intended to hurt you this way. She was only focusing on her own pain, and it was only for a weak moment that she faltered.
Hang in there.
Someday life will be beautiful again.
Life and the world and powder is a miracle.
Peace ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ +++