…I had one.
I felt it creeping up on me earlier in the week and succeeded in feigning it off until talking to Paul yesterday. I kept myself in check until I took the call down to the basement for privacy, then Hoover Dam exploded with blockbuster proportions.
Woe is me, blah-blah-blah, sobbing and an occasional gasp for air. Translation: “I miss you. Fraughter and her family are living here now. It’s great but I have no space of my own. I’m sleeping on the couch and it’s my house…wait it’s not anymore. I’ve quit my job and have plenty of time to spend with family and friends who, by the way, said they wanted to spend time with me before I left...except…except nothing.” (BFF? I’m not gone yet. I could have helped you bail water, scrub ceilings or just been there, but I wasn’t invited. Sigh.)
New leaf, new day.
I’ve overcome my melancholy. Things really aren’t that bad. In fact from one standpoint they’re actually quite nice. Spending time with my parents, children and grandchildren is priceless. The problem is the flip side of the coin. I miss Paul and am ready for my move to India and this new chapter in my life to begin. Therefore I’ll be leaving for the subcontinent a bit sooner than anticipated. Rest assured that I’ve already planned for the meltdown I’ll most likely experience once I get there. A few boxes of Puffs strategically packed in my suitcase and living with my husband again should to do the trick.
Namaste~
8 comments:
It's understandable you had a meltdown. There is so much going on with you right now. I know that all will be well as you head off on your great adventure. It'll be brilliant!
I may have to drag you out for some coffee sometime this weekend.
You're a strong woman. You can do this.
*hug*
I can imagine the treading water part is hard right now. You'll kick ass, though.
Meltdowns are ok. You have to get it off your chest....that's just all there is to it. Once you get moved, you'll wonder what all the fuss was about. Hang on just a little while longer!!! :-)
What the eff?
Why didn't you call me?!
How soon is "sooner"?
It's understandable that you're flipping the fuck out - it took me months to adjust to Mike working nights and he is still home everyday. I can't even begin to imagine how hard this is on you.
I'll tell ya what....if you're super intent on being able to bail water and scrub walls....come on over to my house. Our basement floods once a week or so :)
I love you darlin. Hang in there and breathe.
Uh, meltdowns seem perfectly normal in this situation. I'd have one. Ok, probably more than one. You'll adjust, but that transition part is hard.
Great reading your bllog post
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