Unfortunately, your ex is the living dead, a zombie dressed in Abercrombie and Fitch.
You might be morphing into a mummy. You’ve started wearing Granny gowns and a frown. While you’re watching “The View,” and eating for two, you’re thinking that you’ll never love again or that no one will ever love you.
Maybe you’re thinking that it was all your fault. You are “if-ing” yourself into a 72 hour stay. Whoopi wearing a dress wouldn’t faze you. Every commercial instructs you to “ask your doctor, if it’s right for you.”
The use of antidepressants in the United States doubled over one decade. We live in a “there’s a pill for that” society. Antidepressant drugs were prescribed to 13 million in 1996 and to 27 million people by 2005. In 2008, more than 164 million prescriptions were written.
If anybody out there knows about a forgetaboutit pill, please let me know. There is no pill for sadness.
Good grief, you’re grieving. You will never forget you were married to that man. Make peace with it and let fate take its course. Time heals nothing. It only distances you from your pain, unlike weight gain.