I’m heading up to the cottage on Saturday for 4 days. Yes, I’m running away, but only a little bit. My parents and M will be up there and it’ll either be a nice break or a disaster. My parents built the cottage while I was a baby so I’ve got a life-long history of being up there, more memories of being up there without HIM than with HIM. I hope that helps or at least makes being up there bearable. I am worried that being up there will set me off or I’ll be the subject of too many sympathetic looks….or worse, hugs.
Worst case scenario I come home early.
Either way I have to get out of here for awhile. I could wax poetic about the ghosts of our marriage haunting the very walls I’m surrounded by, which is pretty much the truth, but I’m not really into poetry.
Anyways I have to get out of here and the cottage seems like a safe choice.
Also, I posted awhile ago about the pink-shirt wearing funeral attendee and how I thought it might be her “go to outfit” for nights out.
I win; it is her go to outfit.
A mutual FB friend posted pix of the two of them out at a bar last weekend, pink shirt included. I guess this solidifies my suspicion that she did think HIS funeral was a social event.
I seriously want to send her an etiquette book… I’ll have to see what I can find at Chapters.
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