I am so angry. I feel mad at the world for no reason. I think sometimes I am losing my mind. I snap at everyone around me all day long. I hate being so mean all the time, but I feel so alone and I am mad about that.
I pray for this anger to leave me everyday. I pray to God- the God that I feel has forsaken me and my family. I am angry with Him, and I am ashamed of that anger. Instead of cursing Him, I direct this anger at everyone around me. I know that it's wrong. Please forgive me- but it hurts so much.
I pray at night and I talk to my husband. I still do not understand the whys about what has happened. Everyone says not to question God, but why can't I? My husband was a good man, and we were a good family. We pray, we bless our food, we read the Bible, we believe in only one Lord and Savior, we believe Jesus died on the cross. My children still cry for their Daddy and I can't find peace myself.
It will be 2 months since I lost him in 4 days. Two months that I have not been loved by my husband. My heart aches for him and my body calls out for him in the middle of the night. I have yelled at God to answer me- to tell me why he took my husband. He took him without allowing me to say goodbye. I wasn't allowed to share his last breath, declare my undying love, or hear his last wish. He was taken away from me without warning.
I want to talk to him, tell him all of the stories that I forgot to share, ask all of the questions that were unimportant. I want to find out his favorite childhood cartoon and see the look on his face the first time he gets to fly in an airplane. We had so many plans and dreams that were left unfulfilled. We were building our future together, raising a family, trying to bring all of our hopes and dreams together, Together.
My husband deserved a chance to see our children grow up. I know deadbeat dads and womanizers, and wife-beaters. My husband was never one of them. He was honest, hardworking, and so very loving. He doted on his children and on ME. He took good care of us. How could he have been taken away so suddenly? I am losing my faith because I cannot get any answers.
I want to fight someone. I want to hold someone responsible for this. Where is my God? The all knowing, all seeing, creator of all? Where was he when my husband gasped for his last breath and reached out his arms to Him? Where was He when I tried to breathe life back into my husband's lungs? I need someone to release this anger on. I need to hold a person responsible for this.
Everyone has been a target for me and I want to stop hating the world. I curse all who cross my path if they look at me the wrong way. If the cashier in the store takes too long to ring me up, she is incompetent. If my boss criticizes my performance on the job, I have told him what he can do with his job three times in the last 2 weeks. And for the drivers in the morning who insist on cutting me off- they have heard my extensive road rage vocabulary .
I don't want to be angry. It hurts more than being sad because I see the looks on their faces when I tell them the not so nice reasons why they work at Wal-mart. I am being mean and hateful and ugly for no reason, and I can't help it. I have came home and thrown things, or yelled at people trying to help that have gotten in my way at the wrong time. I don't want to keep hurting others, but I HURT. I HURT and I CAN"T STOP HURTING. The world doesn't feel my pain, they don't know me.
I CAN'T STOP HURTING.



