I am astonished to find that in many ways the loss of DH gets worse as time goes by, somehow I had imagined that the whole thing would become easier but that's not the case.I lived alone for nearly ten years before we met but that was very different. I am fairly sociable and go out a lot and see people but there is still a deep loneliness. Like you Falconbird I worry sometimes about what would happen if I were ill.
I've made life much more difficult for myself since he died by moving house and then almost gutting my new home.I am living in my sixth temporary home this year. It's so wearing dealing with builders particularly when they think that a woman alone is easy prey for constant price increases.I am hoping to move back into my own home in about six weeks time so fingers crossed that life starts to improve after that.
DD has just announced that she is moving out of the area and DS1 is in the middle of a horrible separation from his partner which means that I rarely if at all see my grandchildren. Yes G A and Marmight not fair and overwhelming. But despite this rather miserable post I am determined not to lapse into self pity.
I was lucky beyond measure to have 16 years with my amazing DH. Now to find a life without him.
Don't let out little feathered friends dry out.





