Yesterday was the two week mark of losing my husband. He left for a work trip, and never came home. He chose to kill himself. We had just celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary. We were so happy and so in love. He left a note, and I can see where his mind was at when he chose it. I still hate his choice. I hate that I’m left without him, and our three boys no longer have a father. I’m doing okay, considering, but I know I have a very long road ahead of me. He was everything to me. I thought we had so many good years ahead of us. He took everything away in one brief instant. This is just so incredibly difficult.