My husband just committed suicide.

I am stunned, in shock, 100% alone, with no one to help, a lifelong-awaited dream home I now cannot afford to keep, and seven precious little fur children I will lose my mind to have to lose, too.

Just recently lost my only sister, who was my rock, and then my love of my life pomeranian, who I adored and loved "like I gave birth to him."

I was just barely getting functional again after so much intense grief, and now this.

The Universe just won't ever let me be happy. Every time I find peace it is shattered away from me.