I used to think that sometimes having the support of family and friends was over-rated. For the people that know me best they know that I like to keep to myself or my very small circle of friends. I generally don’t like people I often say. However, yesterday was a day where the persistence of having family and friends contact me during a very difficult breakup helped more than I imagined. Granted, they didn’t always say what I wanted to hear but they did help me to see that life has to go on.
The breakup is still so fresh (not even a week old) that I have yet to leave the house. I am still in the stage where I crazily hold out hope that maybe this was just one big nightmare. But as I lay alone in bed and huddle over to the side of the bed that was once his, I feel moments of relief that I may actually make it through. It’s bittersweet though. I have the bed back to myself and I no longer have to cling to one corner. However, alternately, his once annoying and wonderful snoring body is also now gone forever. Continue reading “When Family and Friends Butt In”