@Judique Thank you for the help. The print is back to normal.
@dazedx3 
I completely understand. I feel that the face I present to the world is not what I am feeling inside. Some people tell me how well I am doing and I am very honest in telling them I truly am not doing well. Some people get uncomfortable with that but it is what it is. Take care of you.
@flyingdumbo127 I am truly glad that you are thinking about going out and getting a haircut. Things are better and you will see that. I am thinking of you.
I am in the office today. Then I come back to load up my car with nonvaluables for tomorrow. My car is in a locked garage area so things like clothes are OK in my car. Tomorrow after the movers go I will bring the valuables to the car right when I leave for Kenny's. I am very nervous about staying with Kenny as I feel PTSD because of going back to live with him. It is like when I did right after Chris passed. I feel am very angry and very sad about having to do more changes in my life. I feel like my life changed enough when Chris passed. But, I did make a mistake in buying this place and not listening to my heart but to others. Bad me. Hopefully I am on the right path now. I have to think that by the end of the summer I should be settled in the new place. It will be my place regardless as I am not moving again any time soon. My kids would be appalled. They would know Mom lost her mind.

Now when I retire, I will look at my options if needed.
Have a good day.
Speaking from experience, and probably echoing what many others have gone through and are going through, only time will dull the pain and help with the memories.
It's too fresh for both yourself and
@dazedx3 We all want things to be better for you, and most of us are faceless friends, from different walks of life.
I absolutely love that you have such wonderful sons! Such a blessing to have those beautiful grandchildren whose lives you can share! And even though one is going through his own pain, he's opened his arms to you. I can tell you not all families are so warm and loving as the family you've raised.
And your new digs - wow! Sounds like heaven to many of us to be able to make such a promising purchase and pick out all new features. Seems like your first condo was just a practice run. You were so lucky to beat the market and get out so quickly.
Chris is so proud of you! Many women would have curled up in a ball and wallowed in self pity, doing nothing as their world caved in. You've supported your sons (mutual), continued your job, bought 2 condos, made 2 or 3 moves, and getting ready to do another into your new place, in maybe a year? Don't tell me you are not STRONG!
The problem is when we suffer the ultimate grief of losing our life partner, we don't want to be strong. We want to be whole again, with the life that was ripped away from us. We are strong but we want to be taken care of, not by just anybody, but by the person we chose to go through life with. We continue to see them in every corner of our lives and we hate them for leaving, miss their love and their constancy and can't imagine a life without them. But our life goes on. In time we gradually form a survival network and we don't forget our partner, we treasure the memories and we take guidance from what we know they would want us to do. In my case it was raise my youngest child to be the wonderful person she is. The good memories don't die.
PS: will share one little thing about my DD's father. He loved the crepe myrtle trees in my yard and the cardinals that flew in and out. They reminded him of his family home where he grew up. So, every time I see a cardinal, I know it is him checking on me. I even named a particularly husky old guy after him. Last year I had to chop my one crepe myrtle to the ground. I already had others but this is the one he loved most. The tree grew back and is so tall again, I have to trim it back several feet again. It's him, reminding me that life goes on. Every time you mention the cardinal, it brings me back and I hear him saying that to see a cardinal brings good luck.