Any news yet, Hugs. I am sure you will hear something soon. I bet they will all want to be in by Christmas, so I am sure you'll see a flurry of activity soon. The waiting is awful though, especially given the current economic climate. I have never been so anxious about a house sale as I was this time round. My fear was that the first time buyers in our chain would be swayed by all the bad news and doom and gloom and that they would get cold feet at the last minute.
Just got back from dropping my keys off at the EA. When I dropped them off one of my original contacts said "ooh that was quick wasnt it". I laughed and said "actually it's been over six months" and we had a good laugh about how quickly time flies by. I can be relaxed now but this time last week I was in panic mode, unable to sleep and my digestive system was all over the place. It wasn't until exchange finally happened on Friday that I could relax.
Since my year from hell last year I had got into a bad habit of "catastrophising", of my imagination running away with me and allowing visions of the the worst possible scenarios to torment me. I've had to make a concerted effort to stop torturing myself with "what if it doesn't work out" and switch my internal monologue to "what if it all works out beautifully".
I never used to be such a Negative Nellie and I don't want to be her any more. However, dealings with my DIL last year in particular stripped all my confidence and I became a shadow of my former cheerful happy go lucky self. It was only when I reached rock bottom (which was when I found this thread) and it looked like I was losing my son that I finally stood up for myself and fought back.
Thankfully things have turned round and I'm looking forward. However I will never forget the pain, heartache and trials and tribulations that I have endured this last couple of years. My biggest takeaway is that I will never allow my DIL or anyone else to ever humiliate me or undermine me again. I shall never be a doormat again.
I do know that if my husband had been alive things would never have reached such a pretty pass. He would have protected me. One of the hardest lessons from the last couple of years I had to learn is I am now completely alone. It's all up to me, no one was going to help me, no one was coming to my rescue. I really do think that's one of the most difficult takeaways of losing one's life partner, the final realisation that you are alone. I have lost my biggest cheerleader and best friend.
I have been both estranged and widowed. I completely understand why estrangement is called a living bereavement. It's heartbreaking, there's no closure and the pain just goes on and on. At least with death it's final and eventually the raw grief subsides. I now just thank my lucky stars that I got a second chance and have managed to rebuild my relationship with my son. I realise I am a very fortunate woman.
Got to nip out to Lidl for a few bits and then I'm need to make a start on the change of address notifications. Phew, it's all go.
It's very cold and damp today, so I came straight home from town, didn't bother mooching round the shops or having lunch. Just too cold and miserable.
Giorgia Meloni Gives Trump Both Barrels!
keep away from all pubs this coming wednesday




poor little thing, but all we could do after we could see he was ok, was laugh. He did too. So plucky! Wish I had that time over.
. Enjoy your gardening but don't over do it.