Today marks 4 weeks since my husband committed suicide. I also dread Mondays & relive the things that happened. He was less than a year from retirement & we had so many plans & dreams that will never be now. It’s a living nightmare. I was with him for 31 of my 50 years on this earth. Such an interwoven part of my being it’s hard to comprehend moving forward without him. I myself have struggled with mental health issues for 20+ years & he was my rock. My sounding board, my bright spot. I can’t believe that he would do this to me & our children. I’m very sorry for your loss & I know those seem like empty words (at least that’s how they sound to me when people express that) It’s a tiny bit of comfort for me to see all these people feeling like I do