The house sale is finally going through and I just feel so weird today.
I'm going round the house sorting stuff out and I keep having memories of my ds and dd when they were babies,painting the rooms,stuff like that and I feel so .
I was so full of hope and excitement when we came here(pushed any doubts to back of mind)-thought that we'd be happy together in our own home with ds and later dd.
I finished it-I suppose that's why I feel I'm not 'entitled' to feel bad-but am mourning the happy family I hoped we'd have-if that makes sense?