Not quite sure what I’m trying to express, so forgive me, but I know people on here will understand. I’ve been around these boards (under other names) since I lost my mum 18 months ago. I suppose I’m starting to cope better now, getting on with things and at least not crying every day, though I do think about her a lot of the time. I was with her at the end. She didn’t have the greatest time of it and it was quite traumatic and still is.
It all feels so complicated and enormous. I have a DB who’s just not really helping with the process of dealing with her house, so I’m doing it pretty much all. Losing the house is massive as we grew up here and to me it’s 'home' in a way that my own home just…isn’t. I’m here now and I’m sitting here once again scarcely able to believe that it will belong to someone else soon and I’ll never set foot in it again. Never come to my hometown again. It doesn’t seem real. I feel very alone, and it doesn’t help that I’m getting upset by some FB posts from SIL (long story).
Silly of me to get like this, I know. Talk me down, someone!