Halloween at the weekend had me in floods of tears, trying to be a good neighbour putting up decorations and have treats for the kids that came trick or treating. DH caught me sobbing into the pumpkin bucket as I refilled it with sweets and now I'm faced with the agony of Christmas - which I used to love. It's the same at Easter.....
DH and I have been unable to have kids, (he has DS) and have basically called time on us seeking any more after I tried to kill myself.
Do I now have to accept that big occasions will now always be tinted by sadness or will it get easier?