Hi all
I have used this site a lot over the past 3 1/2 months (it absolutely feels like forever) since I lost my lovely Paul. He had an accident basically got on an e-scooter drunk and fell off, was in ICU and hospital in November for 2 weeks, died really suddenly of a DVT and pulmonary embolism on Jan 16th whilst recovering from severe concussion and broken ribs. So much help and support on this site I suppose I am just looking for one more push. (prob wont be the last one tbh).
Many of you will know how it is - life gets back to some kind of new manufactured normal but I have really struggled this week and a friend called it out yesterday as I couldn’t hide how flat I am feeling when she said you still miss Paul. I hadn’t really realised as I had just been focussed on keeping going.
The first few weeks were absolutely dreadful and I had 5 weeks off work eventually. We had a tough two years with Paul having difficulties at work (after 32 years in the same job) and I had really tried to help Paul and he retired a little early just before 60 became quite depressed to the point that he didn’t want to leave the bedroom. We had to re-manage finances so we thought we would downsize and move only it proved tougher than we thought so we had decided to stay where we were which has lovely views and the house I bought with my ex 31 years ago. Paul has been with me for 9 years and moved in pretty quickly. We have lovely views over the sea where we are just outside Brighton which still lifts my day. Everything was in boxes as we still had expected to move and I completed on a remortgage a week after he died as I could remortage and save lots of money in my name as I had a better credit rating. It was ridiculous really as it was the thing we had been both been waiting for and key to moving on.
I kept really really busy, bought ikea bookcases and put them together, unloaded all the boxes and went through all his stuff. It looks lovely in cabinets but sadly he is not here to see it. He loved his bus model collection, tech equipment and Liverpool transport stuff. I have kept his little computer room with all his stuff in, he has his ashes in there where he can see the sea. I have done lots of other stuff round the house and it looks better than it has ever looked. I have had lots of finances to sort and I have managed to do most of that. I went up to Liverpool a week after the funeral to see his brother and family and friends and am in very close contact with his daughters (23 and 25) , one of which lives 15 mins up the road and my kids have been great (26 and 29). I also call his brother in the Wirral once a week, sadly his wife Linda collapsed and died suddenly when Paul was in hospital after his accident beginning of December. We have been a good support for each other.
But this week I feel like I have totally flatlined with feelings. The last couple of months I just felt I needed to keep surviving. I survived as a kid and haven’t had contact with my parents since I was 18 and was homeless for a while (I am 57) although I have a wonderful mother in law I see and talk to very regularly. I also survived with teenage kids after my alcoholic ex-husband left about 14 years ago so I have kept going and kept going. I have now come to a bit of a full stop.
I feel very drained and lacking in a lot of motivation. I have been back at work I suppose about 10 weeks now. I also feel incredibly lonely and sad.
Today I am washing the bed sheets. I haven’t until now as they had a bit of Paul on them. They didn’t smell of him as I had washed them only a couple of days before he died. I also read again and finally put away the sympathy cards that were on the shelf in the lounge. Overall, the house looks great as we had done lots of work on it prior to potentially moving, and lots of finances are sorted. The house was a project that kept me busy in the first very tough couple of months. I am thankful for it. I have done lots of nice things that complete the memory of him at home.
But I am crying now as I am just left with my sad flat self. I have had a few weeks where I have tried to feel I can do it all without him which comes with its own sense of guilt. I find weekends much more difficult (I know lots of us do). I got asked yesterday am I going away over the summer!! Who with??
I think I am in the next wave and will organise some free counselling at work. After being on the fight or flight survival mode I have hit a road bump of what happens next and keeping really really busy doesn’t quite cut it.
I am fortunate to have good people in my life, lots to do, work keeps me going so lots of positives. Perhaps the loss has finally hit. I shall go out today, mow the lawn and get some plants to put where the sympathy cards were. Pop to the shops and get some boring food I can’t be much bothered to cook. I couldn’t even be bothered to eat last night. And wash the bed sheets.
I know we talk of waves of grief and our losses mean we almost forensically examine our feelings and sadness. It is exhausting and draining. It has helped to write it down as I sit at home on a Sunday all alone making the decisions what to do today that requires such an effort in itself.
Thanks to you all for being there. Today feels a really difficult day. Perhaps it is the first day of the next phase and we have to go through it. I don’t really know. Thanks in advance for any wise words and your kindness. Nikki x