My husband of 53 years died only 2 months ago. Everyone said how well I have coped, I just got on with things after he died and felt so calm at the funeral. Now, just this last weekend I have gone to pieces, for some reason on Saturday I just couldn't stop crying, I felt I had been hit by a truck, it came home to me, he won't ever be coming back. Obviously I knew this, but somehow it hadn't registered,I am crying now as I write this. This time of year gets me down at the best of times, the dark nights, all the Xmas adverts on TV. I have no children, and no friends really, we did everything together. I am dreading Christmas. I have acquaintances, but I have been putting on this brave face for them, I feel people will be fed up with me if I am being miserable. But perhaps I have been trying too hard to be brave. The future looks bleak to me
What has survived in your garden with minimal or no watering?
What sort of family would you not want to marry into?
