I have a confession.
I AM THE WORST WIDOW EVER !!
I have a tendency to forget things and dates that are important. My counselor once told me its a self-defense mechanism. I tend to bury things that are hurtful to me. I dont like being sad or angry and I guess I believe that by burying these things way down deep they cant hurt me anymore. No wonder she diagnosed me with PTSD. I deal with drama and trauma very well while it is happening, but then break down later (sometimes…Continue
I need new downspouts.
Its raining, A lot.
Water is seeping into my basement. A lot.
Being the confident (ha ha), self sufficient (LOL) stubborn (Ok, that is true) I set off to the local Menards to find me some new downspouts. Ones that would fold up and out of the way when it wasnt raining. Cant have the ones that just lay on the ground, because my daughters dog thinks that they resemble sticks and will stop at nothing to yank them off and bury them.
Where did my voice go?
Really, where did my voice go?
One of the lessons of being a widow is learning how to be alone. I have learned many ways of coping and living without my husband but I never imagined that I would start losing my voice. Simply because I dont use it anywhere near as much as I used to. I probably speak less then 40 words from 5:00 PM when I get home from work and 6:45 AM when I start work again. And most of those words are one to five word commands to…Continue
Keith has a way of sending me signs. They are not romantic or fantastic rainbow type of signs. They are simply signs that makes me know he is still around.
The last couple of months have been hard and I have been finding myself backing away once again from everything. From here, from friends, from family. I have seemed to have lost my ability to find joy, positivity, and worst of all my snarkiness has taken a hit. Even blue suckers have not been able to drag me out of this…Continue