It's my Wedding Anniversary
 

26 years. Doing math in the shower -like I do- I realized what a massive percentage of my life was spent with beest compared to without. I was 19, about to turn 20 when we met. I was 47.5 when he died. So 28 years or so, compared to 19 without. And when you think of how little of your first 5 years or so you remember..... and the rest of the pre-beest years were the shit school years with a bad home situation. No wonder I feel adrift.... I miss him, I miss us.

And they were great years. And I did know it was good, and yet I still didn't realize.... until it was gone. I don't think you can.

I'm not after sympathy or therapy or advice on how to pull myself together. I'm just saying it like it is.

:hug:

I looked through the smilies... Dana offered the best one. I second it.

Great years, hang on to them. peace

What Dana said.

Fourthed. Fourth'd?

:drunk: <------- fifth-ed?

filthed? :D. Am now reading second sentence as "doing meth in the shower"

I survived :/ I wish he was still here, though.

My Parkrun group has been doing "getting-to-know-you" interviews with regulars instead of weekly run updates while Parkrun is suspended. The person interviewed me a few weeks ago and that was -coincidentally- published yesterday. It turned out to be mostly about us -she asked and I answered but that's how it turned out. I'd share but it contains a little too much personal info for here :)