With my husband’s permission, I posted the message he sent after finishing my book. It took him a few months. It was understandably hard for him.
I get it.
Last week there was more editing that needed to be done on the most difficult chapters which involves putting myself in the back of that police car and living it again–hearing the news about Charles’ suicide. The chapters are much better but that came at a cost. The process left me emotionally spent.
Recovery happens more quickly now. And there is healing for having done it. It is my choice to write this but that doesn’t mean it’s easy. That’s how I know reading it wasn’t easy for my husband.