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Bev:
I go to bed every night early so I won't have to be awake. I'm now getting sharp pains again in my chest and losing my breath. My time is coming. I only hope as I decline each day that when my heart gives out I go quietly.
I'm going to see my beloved. The medical bills are coming in and I can't pay. I spent $60 just for my new blood work -- that's a weeks worth of food. This misery has to end. I'm going to go back to the lab for more tests and they'll basically tell me what time I have left (fact is I can't lose the weight of 420 pounds and I have no way to pay for any gastric bypass operation anyways).
So each miserable day is one day closer for me. I'm not frightened. As I said, if there's an afterlife my pain will go away.
If there's no afterlife the pain will still go away. For a pathetic loser as myself, it's a win-win situation.
My groin has bloated to the point where it's so huge, it dangles down near my knees. I'm now disfigured and have children make fun of what they think is a beach ball between my legs. The pain's astonishing. I pray Annette each night and call out to her to forgive me, and embrace me. I'm a freak in my current state.
That's okay. Life is what it is and Annette is "waiting" in the next room when my time comes.
Bev:
You're not alone. I cry and scream out in grief every night. Like you, Annette and I had no children. We were pretty much anti-social. ALl we needed was each other.
I now live each day waiting for my time to die and be with her as I do believe in the afterlife. Death doesn't scare me. It's just I have enough health issues that when I go I want to go with the least amount of pain.
I scream out to ANnette (as you do your loved one) to please come for me. Don't leave me behind but I get no answer. I she's here and she influences me on a meta-physical level that I don't quite understand.
It doesn't diminish the pain even if she appeared to me as a ghost, being, ball of energy. I just want our old life back. I just want to talk about how boring the day went. The local gossip, the songs she made up on the fly when I couldn't sleep and she'd literally sing me to sleep.
We had our good and bad times. The the bad times took over and we had only each other. We were facing eviction as both our health declined. Yet no matter how we cried we always embraced and loved each other.
She and I did have days where we'd literally slap each other over an argument (stupid ones) and forgive each other. We did it for 13 years.
No like you , I live alone. The loneliness if utterly terrifying. I can only pray that my time comes quick. I can't stand the thought of living and each day is a struggle as I am running out of unemployment and can barewly walk -- and I still don't qualify for disability.
I suspect the homeless part will come true. I've fought long and hard when Annette was alive to avoid being out on the streets when I lost my job.
I now sit waiting for the sun to set. And cry on my knees dreading it when it rises in the morning because it mean facing another lonely day.
But together knowing others suffer as we do give us just a bit of hope we can live, wait and be reunited with our loved ones.
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