Well dad has been gone a year now, I arranged the funeral and I cleared his bungalow and completed probate and today I gave my brother and myself the remainder of dads estate. September last year we finally had dads ashes interred with mums as he wanted. It's all done and finished with so why do I feel so lousy.
It's like life stopped at the same time as dad. I had 2 weeks of freedom between dads funeral and lockdown which I used to sort out some of dads paperwork and then back to sitting on the sofa for another year. I should be cleaning my own place now or decorating or something, anything in fact but I don't want to. I feel cheated and I realise that is a very selfish thought but I do.
I don't even know why I am posting this but I need to voice my thoughts somewhere to someone who may understand because nobody else seems to. At least I had a purpose when I was looking after dad but now there is nothing other than cleaning (which I am fed up with) I tried to talk to my husband about it but he just said 'that everyone is in the same boat' as if I should just say 'Oh well that's okay then' Well I feel like I have been in the boat longer than some others and it's starting to get me down. It doesn't seem to get him down and I can't moan at him because I could not have looked after dad without his help and he was the only one who stepped up to help.
I don't regret looking after dad because he was so lovely and really easy although I could have done without his cancer and the hospital stay because the ups and downs were frightening but I did expect to have some kind of life after. I never in my wildest dreams expected a pandemic to just pop up out of nowhere and send me straight back to the flipping sofa.
My car is due it's mot at the end of this month and I am going to SORN it. I have taken it for its mot every year and it has gone nowhere for years now except for one trip so I don't see the point. It just sits in the garage between mot's and it is not likely to go anywhere this year. I can use my husbands car for shopping, no point in having 2 cars.
I know I sound like a Moaning Minnie but I can't help it, I am just fed up. I am going to bed now.
It's like life stopped at the same time as dad. I had 2 weeks of freedom between dads funeral and lockdown which I used to sort out some of dads paperwork and then back to sitting on the sofa for another year. I should be cleaning my own place now or decorating or something, anything in fact but I don't want to. I feel cheated and I realise that is a very selfish thought but I do.
I don't even know why I am posting this but I need to voice my thoughts somewhere to someone who may understand because nobody else seems to. At least I had a purpose when I was looking after dad but now there is nothing other than cleaning (which I am fed up with) I tried to talk to my husband about it but he just said 'that everyone is in the same boat' as if I should just say 'Oh well that's okay then' Well I feel like I have been in the boat longer than some others and it's starting to get me down. It doesn't seem to get him down and I can't moan at him because I could not have looked after dad without his help and he was the only one who stepped up to help.
I don't regret looking after dad because he was so lovely and really easy although I could have done without his cancer and the hospital stay because the ups and downs were frightening but I did expect to have some kind of life after. I never in my wildest dreams expected a pandemic to just pop up out of nowhere and send me straight back to the flipping sofa.
My car is due it's mot at the end of this month and I am going to SORN it. I have taken it for its mot every year and it has gone nowhere for years now except for one trip so I don't see the point. It just sits in the garage between mot's and it is not likely to go anywhere this year. I can use my husbands car for shopping, no point in having 2 cars.
I know I sound like a Moaning Minnie but I can't help it, I am just fed up. I am going to bed now.