I have been through plenty of heartbreak
and heartache in my 29 years so this time around it shouldn't really be that different but it really is. With the rollercoaster of emotions that are swirling around inside me, I keep trying to pinpoint what it is I am feeling and the main emotion I can understand is loss. As silly as it sounds, it feels akin to the death of someone. I feel like someone was taken away from me too soon. With the end of my relationship I have not only lost my boyfriend, my partner, I have lost my friend. It's damn hard I have to say. The problem is that I am pretty rubbish at letting these emotions out properly. In order to stay strong for Milo, in order to be able to keep going with some form of daily structure, I have to deaden the emotions a certain amount, I fear I would crumble otherwise and yet I know that in order to be healthy about all this, I do actually need to let it out in some way. It's just working out how to manage to do that without becoming a mess, embarrassing myself or feeling pathetic. It's certainly not coming out at the best of moments currently! Today I was called by Milo's Kita (nursery/daycare) to come pick him up as they were concerned about the amount he was coughing (great, a toddler who is testing me constantly at the moment is all I need to add into the mix!) and as I had next to no fresh food in the house I thought it best we pop to Lidl, one of the local supermarket's, on the way home. This is where
'The Englander' and I used to do our weekly shop and as ridiculous as it sounds, this was one of my favourite routines that we had. Yes, I know it's the weekly food shop, hardly an amazing adventure but as someone who craved for Milo and I to be a 'family', something I only felt once
'The Englander' was in our lives, this was one of those things that felt like a 'family moment'. I used to love it. I loved us each going off to find items, us deciding what to treat ourselves too and picking up a cheeky bag of Haribo here and there to snack on that evening. This feeling of loss then hit me with a thud. A rather mighty, horrific thud. So much so that I was struggling to not burst into tears all the way home and had to put the TV on as soon as we got back so that I could keep Milo distracted whilst I had a bit of an emotional breakdown in the kitchen! Thank God for the TV!
Now don't worry folks, I won't spend the coming months moaning about my broken heart and how much I miss my ex boyfriend, I know that would drive you all away pretty darn fast but as I am quite frankly awful at sharing my current problems (past ones I have no problem discussing with
anyone! strangers included!), I figured this could be one method to get some of this out of my system a bit.
Moan over. Will try and keep it that way.
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