Ok technically I suppose this was part of day 7, but it’s getting blogged about on day 8. Noone tells you how you personally are going to handle the initial week. Only Once have I heard it described as a mourning process, which is how I personally relate to it. The first day or so it doesn’t feel real, denial. The next couple days, for me alternate between anger and acceptance. No, I don’t run around the house in a cloud of doom. But heaven help anyone in earshot when a garbage bag breaks or a screw falls out of something, cuz that’s pretty much when I call my husband everything but “dear” for leaving me alone with this crap, and how DARE he??!!!
Around the end of the first week, is usually when I finally deal with the fact that:
A: He IS gone.
B: It IS for a year.
C: I DO have to deal with everything.
D: I’m gonna miss him!
And the dam releases and drowns all the villagers in the town below. Sorry villagers, it has to be done. However now, that it’s out of the way…I can get down to business. Hooah. And hopefully it means I can stop being this anxious, paranoid Mom keeping her child inside out of fear of the creepies finding her again.
(((hugs))) it sucks being a single mom but not. At least you know he loves you and *wants* to be home with you.
@Softi Thanks!! yes, knowing that makes it easier, however it’s still a worry…not that he won’t WANT to, but…well, it’s a scary dangerous job.
HOOAH!!!!