At my last session, my therapist told me to think about how I felt each day on a scale of 1 to 10. 1 obviously crappy and 10 pretty good, even great. Well, today has been three weeks since Eddie killed himself. Three weeks ago, when I woke up on Saturday the 17th, laid in bed and checked Facebook, did my hair and makeup and had my coffee, my world was still good. Still the way it was supposed to be. Even the texts to Eddie asking where he was and getting annoyed he wasn’t home yet to take the boys to soccer…it was all still normal. Then with one phone call, it turned into a nightmare that I still can’t believe I’m living in. I’m crushed and cry for the days and moments before that phone call that destroyed my world. It’s not fair. It doesn’t make sense and it probably never will. So yeah, today is a 1, but I’m going to try my best to make it a 2.