Just got back in from being out for a meal with the family which is lovely but how I hate driving alone in the dark. When my husband was alive he always drove unless he’d had a drink and I can always remember looking out at the dark streets and the dark sky and being so glad that I was with him - I felt so safe, so happy. And then of course there’s the coming home to the dark silent house. I can’t find the words to even describe the despair that I feel sometimes, others have said it on here it really does make me not want to leave the house but I guess I have to if I want any kind of life. Then again, I’m not even sure I do want any kind of life, it really is just going through the motions x
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I understand this so much. I haven’t had the confidence to drive at night yet, and it’s six months today since he died. Coming back to an empty house in daylight is bad enough. I think you were really brave to do it.
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I know what you mean…
Someone advised me to always leave a light on when you go out, especially in the winter. It makes coming back to an empty house a little easier. I’ve also connected and programmed some Alexa plugs (with help), to leave extra ones on.
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very understandable, your sadness at driving alone at night. it is no fun only necessary unless someone might collect you.
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