I go back to work in the city at start of Jan. Last time I cried this much someone close had died. Everything is 'painted black'. I hate it heartwise, but equally my head says its ok and makes sense for our family at this point. Fingers crossed there is a light at a tunnel end so I am extremely conflicted between emotion and head sense. The head and heart never agree....
What pains me is how to explain all that I feel to DH who is clearly feeling every tear I shed.
Any ideas? Ive tried but its the first time we seem to be talking in different languages. WDYD?