This time last year we were driving home from my mother’s funeral. A city in the north to a city in the south west, roughly 4 hours. Obviously it had been a very difficult day. I was cremating my mother, I was 8 weeks post partum following a c-section that needed an extra wide incision. My wound had opened up the night before and I had had to redress it myself with some dressing I had at home.
My husband picked a massive fight over the childcare arrangements and didn’t bring any smart clothes with him. It was awful. My entire family were there and I cried in the funeral car on the way to the crematorium.
I just can’t forgive him for this. And it being a year on just makes me realise this. I just can’t get past this.
I’m pretty confident it’s over but we have 2 small children and it will be so hard to untangle everything