Thank you x
I don’t think counselling would help if I’m honest - please don’t think I have anything against it, I really don’t - but I just couldn’t tell anyone. Not even a stranger. It was hard enough admitting it to the doctor in an online consultation. I’ve always been so private. At work I was always struck by how easily some people talked about the most private things. I realised sometimes that I knew mostly everything about them, and they knew nothing about me.
I think I get this from my DM. When my DF died she was just amazing. Icy. Never told anyone how she felt. Two weeks after his death her neighbour rang me, worried for her as she’d cleared all of DF’s belongings, clothes, everything out of the house. The neighbour’s DH had died previously and she still had all his things. She gently suggested that my DM speak to someone but she refused, saying it wouldn’t bring DF back so what was the point. I feel like that I suppose. It won’t change anything so why just sit talking about it. It just seems so self-indulgent (for me. I don’t mean other people).
Nobody knows (except you). I don’t want to be pitied and I’m sure people would mean well but...I’d like to have had a close friend though that I could’ve turned to.
I spoke with FIL after his hospital appointment today. He’s going to have a pacemaker fitted. He said H turned up yesterday and stayed for two-and-a-half hours. Apparently H didn’t mention me or the DC although FIL did. There doesn’t seem to have been one shred of remorse, shame, guilt, regret. Nothing.
I didn’t think I could hurt any more but the fact that he didn’t even ask after his DC (or me I suppose) was just like another twisting knife. It’s like he’s literally erased all of us. I don’t know if that’s a coping mechanism or if he genuinely couldn’t give a fuck. I fear it’s the latter.
I will get over this bit I know, but it’s horrible while it lasts.
I got my lawnmower back from the repair shop today (picked it up while it was snowing so I have no idea when the grass will dry out enough to use it).
I also had DS’s parents evening. All done by videocall which was so much better than hanging around in a hall waiting for a teacher to be free, then making a run for it once you see the spare chair. I hope they keep this version. DS is doing well and I’m proud of him. Normally I’d share with H but of course not any more. That’s hard too.
Another whinefest from me tonight. Sorry!
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