Hi everyone. I am new here and feeling very awkward. I hope to find some help and hope and peace/healing and mabye someday return the favor but am somewhat of a mess right now. Maybe sharing here will help. I am not receiving any form of professional counseling right now for various reasons, mainly financial. I am 32 yrs old. I have two children from my former childhoold sweetheart. We met when I was 14, him 16. My boys ages 3 and 11 are so amazing. Last September I divorced their father. The main reason for my decision seemed simple at the time. I did not love him anymore...let me rephrase that. I loved him, and always will but was not IN love with im anymore. I can only stare at those words now as I type them. He fell hard and quickly into narcotic painkillers and within 8 months (the last of his life) he deteriorated into a monster. He didn't know the difference between his boys, he couldn't remember our anniversary or is ssn, he didn't know if it was day or night literally. Our divorce was final in September. I had him admitted to the ER for suicide watch the prior June. He threatened many many times before during and after the divorce that he was going to end it. The weekend of January 21, 2006 was his turn to have the boys. They were at his house which was about 1 1/2 hr from mine. Early Saturday morning my phone rang. It was my oldest son. He just said, "Mom, I need you, please hurry..daddy wont wake up". It's all so fresh...I relive that day over and over everyday. He had been gone since 6am. My son called at 8:42a.m. The autopsy revealed a lethal dose of methadone and valium. His heart just stopped. My 3 yr old always talks about "putting water in his daddy's eye" but that he wouldn't wake up. We left the state and have started over in a smaller town in the northwest. I have a loving wonderful man in my life who cherishes both me and my boys. But now that I am here and we are somewhat "settled" I am finding that my feelings are overwhelming me. I am returned to my antidepressant/antianxiety medication but I am well aware of the fact that I need to do some type of grief work and heal on the inside and then I have to try and help my boys. My oldest won't talk about it. As much of a completely horrible person he was towards the end. We did have many many wonderful moments in time...a life time actually. And through my anger, guilt, and sadness...I find myself missing him so very much. Thanks for listening to a newcomer and I am glad to be here.