It is 8 weeks today since Rob died, and I really hate the weekends. I miss the relaxed, comfortable contentment of our long standing partnership; I miss waking up in the mornings and arguing about whose turn it was to make coffee; I miss him pottering around in the garden, or fixing something, or generally being annoying. I just miss my boy, my love, my North Star. I miss the father of my children. I look back at my previous posts and I cannot fathom how I made it this far. That deep deep pain that I thought was going to kill me, the paralysing fear of a future without him, they are still here but not constant. I don’t want to be on this path but here I am. I am so grateful for the people on here, and those close to me that have carried me here. Love to you all ❤️

Posted by ruthb69 at 2022-06-26 17:15:46 UTC