After Simon died, my husband, who is emotional and speaks what he thinks before considering the impact on others, would frequently talk about how much he missed Simon. Understanding that I wasn't the only one dealing with grief, I tried to be consoling and supportive until the pain became too great. In the nicest way possible I let him know that it was very difficult for me at this time to talk abot Simon and asked if he would give me more time. I need to add that my husband tried to be supportive and never once blamed me for Simon's death. I did that all on my own. Just about two months ago, he brought up Simon again and I told him I still wasn't ready and asked if he could talk about Simon with someone else. His response was rolling his eyes. I can't begin to tell you how alone, angry, and hurt I felt at that moment. It is interesting how something like the death of a pet can highlight what isn't going right in one's relationships. I have never felt so alone in a relationship in my life. If I had the money to live on my own, I would. I'm still paying off the significant vet bills and not once has he offered to help. Instead he chose to gamble away thousands of dollars. I feel so alone. Sometimes the pain is so great that I hurt physically. How could your whole life go to crap in 9 months. How can that be possible?