2016. A new chapter for many. A burnt book for me. I just want to stay with 2015. The last year he was with me. Continue reading The last day of this terrible year
If IVF taught me patience, G’s death is teaching me prudence. It’s true what they say. Life is a tough teacher. Continue reading 7 resolutions to tighten the purse strings
I was blindly rushing through this quest – a mad desire to have a baby. My body was protesting but I wasn’t listening. And then sense prevailed. Continue reading The baby project: taking a break
The world seems to go by in a blur. Everything is so unreal. That G is gone is incomprehensible to my mind. Will it ever get better? Continue reading It’s so unreal
Fighting seemed such a normal thing. Now I regret every moment we spent fighting. Can I have a time turner Dumbledore? Continue reading Did I ever make him happy?
Dealing with festivities when all I want to do is cover up and hide. When will the questions stop coming, when will the tears dry? When can I go back to being myself? Or is there a myself without him? Continue reading Christmas brunch, some sangria and mucho tears
I want to move on to a place where I can think of happy times. But my mind keeps pulling me back to the horror of that day and the days that followed. Continue reading Reliving it day by day