Today marks six months since Poppy's death. Last night at dinner Andy and I marveled that we can wake up in the morning and it feels just like it did September 15 - how can anything be the same without him here?
I spent the weekend with my dad. It was really hard to see how bad he looks and feels, and this is an improvement!
We are in the middle of a dispute with inlaws over something I feel is fairly straightforward. I feel really helpless and confused at their reaction, and I feel like I have no "winning" option. Just lose-lose.
Mr. A and I aren't talking much. We're not mad at each other, the topic just always seems to circle around to something stressful.
All I have wanted to do all week is stay in bed and cry, and that feeling has left me yet.