What ho crepeys.
All been a bit emotional this week. DP has admitted that he is ultra depressed. He feels in a hole, in constant pain, that he can hardly carry on normal life. He's even looking into counselling, or even ADs, which is very unlike him. I feel bad now for bawling him out about DS, concert, etc...
His state of mind is not helped by a mad aunt (sister of mum), who is haranguing DP and his siblings about the fact they didn't play a tune she wanted at the funeral. Endless messages about 'I thought you cared about me', 'I can't believe you'd deny her own sister this one wish', etc.
Interestingly/disappointingly, despite DP coming from a huge Irish family, all of whom bang on on Facebook about being 'all about family' and all that, not one has phoned or contacted DP since his mother died, other than Mad Aunt. And at the funeral they all gathered together to get pissed and sing maudlin songs, while ignoring DP and his sisters, the grieving children. Not Impressed.
And this week I've left my lovely class of adults, some of whom cried and some said the wouldn't come back, and my lovely volunteering gig in the primary school, who gave me a lovely card from all the children and lots of kind words. It's all very sad, yet life-affirming, and makes me feel that maybe I do in fact have some kind of point to my existence.
Thoughts re new thread title - something about adding to the crepetoire, one wrinkle /tena lady / Hotter shoe at a time?