If I type really quickly and hit publish then that will be better than letting the dust gather for another week. My life has set off in an unexpected and unwanted direction and I don’t really know what I’m doing at the moment. It is a month to Christmas Eve and the only presents I have are socks for feet that no longer live here. It all hurts too much at the moment. I don’t know whether I will be back at some time in the future when everything is less raw.
I’ve nearly got through the first month of being a widow.