I don’t feel THAT bad as a general rule, and at the moment I’m feeling just fine. If I’m not allowed to be melodramatic about my feelings here though, where am I?! So no one worry, or anything. 🙂
I think this is what happened.
I had a few people over on Sunday for lunch — made ham, deviled eggs, mac and cheese, yeast rolls, green beans, etc. I didn’t go as “all out” as I sometimes do – it was very casual. But still, I hadn’t had any sort of brunch or dinner party since Matt died, and I kept thinking about how he wasn’t there. He wasn’t there to help, to play the games, to be my co-host.
UGH. Yesterday wasn’t great, but I was hoping I’d feel better by this morning. I don’t, but I could have done something about that last night. I could have exercised or cleaned my kitchen instead of watching TV and drawing.
It’s best for me to be able to ignore this while I’m at work, but ignoring it all the time isn’t so great. This is never going to “be better” though, is it?