First Trip away
I had my first trip away without Bruce. I went with a old school friend Duncan (who is like a brother to me), his wife and one of their other friends. I was really enjoying myself, I actually had my first real belly laugh it felt so good to laugh again. It almost felt alien as I have not laughed in over four months.
All this came to a crashing halt when we went to the pub to have a few drinks and watch the rugby. The next thing I knew this friend of theirs was all over me like a @#$%^ rash. He told me all I needed was a good #@$%&^. It made me realize that I am on my own and there is no one that has my back. All the hurt came rushing back. I am trying so hard to try and make a life without the love of my life. it is so hard and scary trying to get through the grief and at the same time to build a life on your own. Why do some people think it is ok to try and abuse you when you are at your most vulnerable? Needless to say the rest of the weekend was ruined. I could not get home quick enough.