The torment begins with tea for one.
No conversation, no plans for the day ahead. Silence.
The space beside me mirrors the emptiness inside.
Reminders are constant throughout the day, no warning.
Tearful ambushes.
The clean and silent kitchen is eerily disturbing, no longer a friendly place.
Cooking is of little interest, eating a chore.
The day grinds on. Night beckons.
No hug, no kiss. No sleepy eyes staring back at me.
Darkness, silence and fleeting sleep.

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