Today he said that he didn't feel at home in our apartment because all of the furniture is mine and it is all arranged the way that I want it. It's strange to hear that because it doesn't feel like my home at all. Nothing looks familiar to me.

I still feel like i'm living in some alternate reality. I read that this feeling is actually part of the grieving process. Somehow it helps a person cope with the shock. I know I need to let myself go through this and be patient.