You could have knocked me over with a feather. I know you've heard this all before....
I'm going through something painful and I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to see anybody. I don't want to socialize. I don't want to do anything more than what is necessary to keep my children happy. They don't know what I feel and what I (we) have lost nor do i want them to. It's difficult pretending during the day. I can't grieve properly and this makes moving on crazy difficult. I don't want to move on right now though. I need to go through this.
There is nothing I need apart from time and some fucking answers.
denial-done
anger-ongoing (especially towards those poor ryanair stewardesses and my husband when the hormones are particularly uncontrollable)
bargaining-skip/no point
depression-more like a cloud of sadness
acceptance-not quite
Friday, June 26, 2009
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thinking of you.
thinking of you.
I'm so sorry. It's not fair. It's not fair.
Oh hunny, words fail me, they really do. You don't deserve this. Thinking of you both and sending gentle hugs your way x
Hugs heading your way.
I am thinking of you, lots and lots of hugs
Fucking Dammit.
*massive hugs and love from across the pond*
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