There is a scene at the start of Truly Madly Deeply where Juliet Stephensons character talks about the loss of her partner. Every. Single. Time.
Or I find that I've... just been
sitting with my head in my hands...
...and an hour has gone by,
or longer, like this.
And I'm completely numb.
And the kettle can be boiling away,
or the telephone.
And I'm crying. I can be on the tube
and somebody says "What's the matter?"
And there are tears. It's ridiculous.
I miss him. I just miss him. I miss him.
I miss him. I miss him.
I know I shouldn't do this!
I'm in the sitting room, but I think there's
no point going to bed, as he's not there.
Or I'm in bed, and I think
there's no point getting up.
It's anger, isn't it? It's rage.
I get so angry with other people. People
in love, or out of love, or wasted love!
And women with children,
growing children, fertile!
But most of all, I'm so angrywith him.
I'm so angry with him!
I can't forgive him for
not being here. I can't!