Thank you iwas. What started as a bit of fun re the photos, it just got me thinking today, and I just wrote what I felt.
I think putting the intro stuff got me thinking about it all again. And having read your post, I feel moved myself now, got that lump in the throat.
When my dad died it took me a whole year before I properly grieved for him. He had multi infarct dementia. It was incredibly painful and traumatic. Previous to that I would have thought I could never live without him. But, as it was, I desperately wanted him to die. Especially in the last fortnight of his life, for various reasons. i was there at the end. In his final moments, the last words I said to him were "please go Dad". And that feeling that he had finally escaped, kept me going for a whole year. And then I crashed. Oh god, I'm in bits writing this.
The point being, I am probably running parallels with the ending of my marriage. I haven't yet really mourned the loss of the man he was. I've had my moments, of course. But mostly, I'm just coming to terms with the person who he became, and being glad that I'm getting out of the nightmare.
I will be fine, though. I'm a great believer in letting the grief all come out. And it will in time. I'm my own best psychiatrist. And writing more and more personal things on here is my way of dealing with this. And publicly acknowledging certain things is my way of ensuring that I really couldn't go back, not now it's all out there. Those closest to me, they may worry about practical things with me, but none of them have any concerns for my emotional wellbeing. They know I'm strong.
I've thought about deleting this particular post, but I'm putting it out there because it's another piece of the recovery jigsaw. And I've now done with it.
Bless him DS1 came to give me a cuddle when I was crying. I said I was writing about my dad. Pragmatic as ever, he said, well don't write about it. I said, if it needs to come out, it must, to enable proper healing. He's a good kid/young man. He could easily have been one to keep his feelings buried. He used to be like that. But I've gradually coaxed him out of that mindset. I've made it clear to him that his dad is a fucked up mess because of that mentality. And I have to say that his dad leaving has made him much more able to express all his feelings. Because Izzie now runs things as they should be.
Right, I really want to break out of this naval gazing tonight. I'm going off to do a few things. Xx