Today, I broke down seeing both our names on the front door, the bright, cheery sun felt like an insult, and I could not even stand hearing my children on the phone. Everything hurts. I am clinging on to my next counselling session tomorrow like a life line, but the hours just seem to expand into a terrifying inventory of all I have lost. If you have been through a similarly cheerful time, how did you drag yourself live through those initial abysmal days?
About Me
- Poor cow
- I am French but have spent most of my adult life in England. I now live in the French Alps with my soon to be ex and two children. I am trying to survive in the aftermath of a very abrupt separation, and like the idea of sharing my impressions and musical choices. I'd like to hear about yours...
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