Reading our posts it’s clear that our shared home can be a form of sanctuary being filled with all those things that meant, and still mean, so much to each other. It can also be a form of upset when looking at things reminding us of shared times. There’s no real release from this mixture of emotions.
I’m driving to view a cycle and I’ve just parked up in a lay-by. Driving always brings awful memories of taking Bridget to cafes when she was in her last days with me ( no washing, changing clothes, no recognition of me) and I get upset enough to need to pull over and park.
So here I am? and I’m consumed by regrets and guilt once again. All my shouting, bad mouthing, short temper when she was with me and I constantly feel it contributed to her needing to leave me and our lovely home.
Why can’t I convince myself otherwise. It’s a desperate need to apportion blame somewhere to make sense of all this. I’m seeing her later today and then return home to what was supposed a lovely home for the rest of our lives.
Together in sadness and grief. Love to you all. Peter
I’m driving to view a cycle and I’ve just parked up in a lay-by. Driving always brings awful memories of taking Bridget to cafes when she was in her last days with me ( no washing, changing clothes, no recognition of me) and I get upset enough to need to pull over and park.
So here I am? and I’m consumed by regrets and guilt once again. All my shouting, bad mouthing, short temper when she was with me and I constantly feel it contributed to her needing to leave me and our lovely home.
Why can’t I convince myself otherwise. It’s a desperate need to apportion blame somewhere to make sense of all this. I’m seeing her later today and then return home to what was supposed a lovely home for the rest of our lives.
Together in sadness and grief. Love to you all. Peter