In the weeks that followed, I could not bear to be alone. When David got up and went to work (he works from home in an office at the front of the house), I would follow him and just sit there while he worked. I didn't need to do anything. Just sit there. As long as I wasn't alone.
This was so unlike me. I've always been independent and celebrated my time by myself. Not now. Only despair. I never felt so fragile as I felt then. Like the breeze from the window fan might blow away the pieces of my crumbled self.