I lost my fiancé last Thursday to Lymphoma. He was only 27 years old, we were due to get married next year. He fought so hard and we weren't expecting to loose him like this.
I haven't cried in a couple of days now and it makes me feel guilty that I should be feeling worse. I'm not sure if it hasn't properly sunk in...or just how I'm dealing with it.
I've moved back in with my mum and I've got so much support which is really comforting. It just all feels so surreal, I can't wrap my head around the fact I'll never see him again.