Unfortunately, my Mother and I never had a real good relationship. It wasn't until she passed that guilt started eating away at me. I cried in the beginning, then the silence came. I was holding things too close to the vest. Not a good thing.
I kinda felt like a ship without a sail. My father being ill is kinda bringing that all back. I was in shock in the beginning. The morning after, I didn't say a word, but my answers were very short, I felt like throwing things. I was just so angry
Craig didn't say a word, he was just there. Then the dam broke, and he held me. Unfortunately, all the old feelings of guilt are coming back to haunt me, and even though I have nothing to feel guilty about, they are still there just below the surface, eating away at me. I'm hoping I'll be able to hold it together, but I fear that may be a lost cause.
I just have to remember to put one foot in front of the other, put my chin up, and breathe. You might be right about the older we get, the better we get at doing that. I know my skin is getting tougher when it comes to my MIL
Thanks, Maureen, this helps