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Hi Deb, everyone here, hugs. I’ve thought twice about replying here tonight as I’m in a bad mood and would never want to inflict on others.
But then I thought ( or my son whispered in my ear ) I might need this safe place to express. I definately over-stretched my limitations today by having 2 long overdue medical appts, I can only handle a quick supermarket shop once a fortnight ok. I could feel the tension rising, I basically ran home to turn up the music full blast so the neighbours wouldn’t hear me cry. Oh, yes, living in constant fear is all I’ve known, for the last 10 years, but he did actually die. I think I rather dread, than fear another tomorrow, feels like there’s nothing to look forward to ever again. I hate the hours between 2-5am the most, no matter how early I go to bed, I’m wide awake, staring at the ceiling, sobbing, just quietly, cause got a fat ginger cat snoring beside me. Hey Deb, you haven’t mentioned a partner, do you an animal you can cuddle at night?