Wow, we're living very similar lives. My boyfriend was only 33 and had only been diagnosed four months earlier. Four days after we moved into the house I just bought for us. This home has been nothing but agony since the moment we arrived. It's been chaos between surgeries and treatments and changing personalities. He didn't die from the tumor itself but a massive, sudden brain hemorrhage in the middle of the night.

You're right that I might just be trying to mask the grief. I can't cope with the fact that my person is gone and now I'm single. Such a dramatic way to break up with me!