Soooooooo... my brother told me to keep talking. I acknowledged that I had equal responsibility in the breakdown of the marriage, felt comfortable even though he's been gone for over a year. Living in the same house, with the same furniture made everything feel the same.. that things hadn't changed that much.
"Gyps.. you're broke.. and you're in debt. That's what's different."
Ouch.. it seems that I need constant wake up calls. Eegads.. so that's why I'm doing the tag sale/get the house cleaned up thingie. I'm screwed financially!
So.. one foot in front of the other. Take care of me. Get to what I can afford and let go of the rest.
I did ask one of my daughter's friend's mom to go out to dinner with me. I was a little scattered but we had a very nice time sharing our dinner and came home feeling calm. At one point I told her my love bucket needed some filling.. and what she said was very soothing. Our daughters and their friends love to play "Love Bucket" when they spend the night and we fill everyone's bucket one at a time.
