Thank you everyone for your good wishes over Easter. I hope you all had a lovely time too. I managed to brave going to a friends house for a bbq which was lovely. I admit to a minor melt down before leaving the house, but with my eldest DD's support I pulled it out of the bag - I hate relying on the kids for support, it should be me supporting them.
Having the family over was absolutely lovely and youngest DD had a great time, she shared her toys, played with her cousins and was giggling for ages, just to think if he were here she would have missed out on that! She got loads of Easter eggs as well, obviously for her health and teeth I shall be forced to help her eat them all.
I got my tattoo! I had a tribute to the kids, as they are my motivation for everything I do.
Having the tattoo reminded me of the things that he said to me, like the single most unattractive thing about me was my tattoo- which I had done when I was 18 - waaaay before meeting him. It's not obvious or tacky and quite hidden. It bought to mind other things, I was talking with friends at the bbq, and they were saying how there was nothing of me - weight wise. He always used to say
How I would be much more attractive if I lost a bit of weight off my tummy, the way I stood made me look fat. The way I sat gave me a roll on my tummy. The clothes I wore made me look fat and so on. This from a man who was told constantly that he was punching about his weight with me (horrible expression). It made me think of the things he did that I found unattractive in him - but never bought up and threw in his face. They way every evening he would fill the table by the sofa with junk food and sit there gorging on it in the same position as Jabba the hut (nice mental picture for you!) then eat all the kids packed lunch food. Me having to resort to hiding from him so they had lunches.
The fact he permanently had his arse (not a nice one either) hanging out of his trousers - everyone commented on it. I used to buy him belts he refused to wear them. Him wearing the same clothes day after day I would have to remove them (from the floor, not his body!) to wash them
. All these little reminders help me.
But now I am not sleep walking checking doors and windows are locked, I wake myself downstairs checking we are safe. I think a trip to the dr's maybe in order.