on and on

I thought I finally met someone to move on from all the sorrow and pain left from Patty. Ofcourse that didn’t happen and it is just more salt to the wound.

Nanee,  my puppy, and the visits from my sons seam to help, but not really.  I stupidly thought they would fill the void, but they just remind me of a life that’s gone and may never be again.

I can’t bring myself to understand any of this. I feel as though I am being punished over and over for things I didn’t do and eventhough I have councellings and such, the feelings just don’t go away.