currently sat in the front room of the fairly new house we moved into in preparation for pfb's arrival in october.
the day we moved in we received some devastating news about mil, she passed away shortly afterwards.
over the last three weeks i have been busy working full time, caring for a grieving partner, attending hospital apts about our unborn son, trying to make our house a home, arranging a funeral and the list goes on.
i am now sat surrounded my mils things. now theres not a lot but my dp has kindly dumped them in our open plan living room / dining area / kitchen. strewn all over the floor. i am sat here holding back the tears because it just feels like something else for me to sort out and i cant bare the mess.
and i feel utterly terrible for it. my poor dp has lost his dm. these are his last reminders of her, to treasure. and i am almost in tears because i cant stand the mess. i am mad at myself. wtf is wrong with me? someone talk me down! please!
any unreasonable hormonal stories welcome 