My dp has been wonderful.
My mum died a few weeks ago, so today was hard. In the last few weeks he has seamlessly stepped in when me, the kids or dad has needed him.
Today, opening presents that she wrapped before she died nearly killed me. Dad opened one, by accident, that he wrapped for her. And we all cried. Dp just seemed to take over, sorted it out. Appeared with a drink to toast her.
Me and dd (18) cooked lunch and he just left us to it which was lovely. but then appeared and took over when I couldn't cut up the swede and cried and when dd, thought the Yorkshire puddings weren't working and cried.
He played with ds, chatted aimlessly with Dad, which Dad needed. A conversation not about death, mum or a funeral.
We have come home and he has ran ds a bath. Got me to nap and now is making the kids some dinner.
I wouldn't have survived losing her without him. They aren't his kids. Their dad is shit and hasn't even spoken to kids since she died and Checked on them.
This Christmas, I am grateful (more than ever) to have found him and grateful for his calm caring demeanour.
His own family are shit. He nearly cried when dad handed him a few gifts. He was so grateful for a bottle of vodka, slippers and pj's.
Its been an awful , gorgeous wrenching but beautiful day.