I'm back. Its been a while. Not much has happened really - except me trying to organise an escape plan from this prison. I finally did it!! The relief was enormous! The possibility of 'life before death' to borrow Oxfam's phrase was going to be a reality!
So in real terms, what has that meant? Well we have put the house on the market. And had 'conversations' about the future. All good in terms of moving forward. So why do I feel so miserable? So completely wretched and weepy?? I think its the realisation of the finality of it all, even though its the only way forward. Its the grieving for the loss of a marriage a home and a family unit and grieving for security and stability , no matter how boring that was.
I can't sleep, I can't work , I eat only occasionally. Yet the rest of my family have accepted it brilliantly and not shown any outwould sign of struggling with this new life ahead. Ironic really.
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