I guess it just feels like one more nail in the coffin.
Edited to add my thanks for the soothing gestures and brackets.
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I guess it just feels like one more nail in the coffin.
Edited to add my thanks for the soothing gestures and brackets.
Well, yeah. I think you'd be weird if it didn't.
{{{Jen}}} You never know what will sock you in the gut. I was married for 13 years, and I could never convince my husband to take a vacation. About four years after the divorce, he mentioned on the phone that he had gone rafting on the Colorado, something that we had talked about. I completely lost it, and it was like all the anger I had in me from the divorce hit me in one blow.
May the surgery be really successful, Connie.
{{Jen}}
I guess it just feels like one more nail in the coffin.
I thought the coffin was already in the ground. That part of your life is over, it is true. And you will occasionally stumble across an emotional landmine. But they're just emotional landmines. Things which bring up the loss. They're random and they don't have too much to do with some linear timeline of "getting over it" or moving on.
{{Jen}}
(((Connie, ChiKat, Jen)))
I hate people who beep at others for following, or trying to follow, the rules.
thinks about Egyptian traffic. laughs and laughs and laughs and laughs.
Over here the rules of the road are:
I thought the coffin was already in the ground.
Tell my lizard brain that.
God will be your airbag.
This needs to be on a bumper sticker.
{{Jen}} That's got to be hard. Ack, my comforting words are not coming out right, so I'm gonna leave it at the brackets.