I've come to not like weekends so much. Although the workplace is negative and morale is in the toilet what with all the cuts going on, I am surrounded by people when I'm there. Weekends are quiet and a bit lonely. I do reach out, have drinks with the neighbours, invite people over, tour small towns with friends, visit family, but the gaping hole that was my life with H is ever obvious.
One of the things I noticed was exactly that, except not from another person. I noticed that my routine needed to change. My memories. That's the part where time helps to heal. Time to create new memories, a new 'norm' for my life without x. That took a while. I was married for 20 years and with her for 23. That doesn't go away overnight, and does not get replaced. What changes is my life and my perspective.
The weekends alone get better as you make changes. It takes a while though I think it's worth it. I still live in the same house and that, I think, made it take a bit longer. But I have to say that I look forward to the downtime now. I look forward to the alone time and the time with friends. More balanced. The gaping hole is but a speck now. It'll get that way for you as well, but try not to be in too much of a hurry to get there. There's much to see and do along the way...
Your post was interesting GWN. A momma's boy that had a health care provider for a mother that seems to be somewhat overly concerned about health issues?? Who could have guessed momma would have put her fears into him?
AJ
"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter" MLK Put the glass down... "Yesterday I was clever so I wanted to change the world Today I am wise, so I am changing myself."
