Is this a life?
My sister arrived and took me on a maeathon shopping spree.I got somr great stuffThen she ghelped sround the house.I had a good cry after dinner as the elevctricity was out and I started to reflect on what it would be like if this sort of thing happened when my husband had to go away on business and leave me alone.I confessed I hated my life and I wish the stroke had never happened and how miseraable I am.My sister was a little frightened.I guess I was not that depressed ever in my "other life"I told her I hate referring to life in before and after.I guess cause I hate after.I guess I am not in anacceptance stage yet.
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