Pud, my heart goes out to you. I'm away from the keyboard a few days and a lifetime has passed. I see your emotions ebb and flow. I can only assume this is normal, part of the process. I can feel indifferent one day, positive the next, and weeping the day after. I can sympathize that it feels like we have to be the strong one while everyone else is free to crash. My father passed away in March and my mother can still become overwhelmed and self absorbed. So here I am, trying to save my M, trying to be strong and positive, while the women close to me are all over the place. I keep making a brave show of things, looking positive, while privately I am wondering how to put humpty-dumpty together again.
As difficult as things are, I envy you. Having regular interactions, even illusions of a family. I sometimes get the impression from my W that she feels her moving out is an obstacle our R cannot overcome. The last thing anyone wants is for our adult problems to impact the children in our lives. Sadly, that is not something I have to worry about.
I'm not suggesting how you should feel or respond. I have come to believe that is for each of us to discover and decide. I would only suggest that even in the dark, there is some light. Words I have to try and convince myself of.
