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hfire76
Ok I had today off of work as I normally do on payday. Meredith and I every two weeks would go and do our grocery shopping for the next two weeks. As I walked through the store on my own it felt so awkward, I see the normal faces of the employees and some of the normal customers. Some come up to me and offer their condolences and others look at me with that leper look, like I should be cast out of their because seeing me makes them think of what could happen in their lives and so I make them uncomfortable.
My ears tune into the music in the store playing across the speakers and it is Queen singing Your My Best Friend. I almost freaking lost in the cereal isle. This stuff has got to get easier sooner or I might go insane. I know it is way too soon to think it will et easier but at what point do you gain control of your emotions?
I am 39 and should not be dealing with this, she should be here. Our oldest graduates in a couple months and she wont be here. Our daughter is attending her first high school dance this Saturday and she is not here to get her all dressed up. Just Lost.
My ears tune into the music in the store playing across the speakers and it is Queen singing Your My Best Friend. I almost freaking lost in the cereal isle. This stuff has got to get easier sooner or I might go insane. I know it is way too soon to think it will et easier but at what point do you gain control of your emotions?
I am 39 and should not be dealing with this, she should be here. Our oldest graduates in a couple months and she wont be here. Our daughter is attending her first high school dance this Saturday and she is not here to get her all dressed up. Just Lost.
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Yes emotions get easier to co trol but no one knows when a trigger will set you off and where you are. Even after almost 5 years a song will bring tears to my eyes but I have learned to control the weeping. Even seeing an older couple walking hand in hand as we always did is a big one for me or hear one say something in a store that Ken would have said. My daughter looks at me sees the tears she knows.
I did have to go on meds because I couldn't stop crying
Give yourself time. Maybe a new store new routine your own for now will help
it has been 5 1/2 months since I lost my wife, Debbie. The
" triggers " are everywhere with supermarket shopping,
music, television shows, restaurants, etc.
I lost it at 3 weeks in a Walmart when I placed her favorite
soda in a shopping cart and didn't realize it until the check
out line. I was bawling my eyes out. I explained what had
happened to those around me and a fellow shopper told
me she was a widow of 6 months was very gentle and
said, " Let us help you." and they helped me check out
and get out of the store. I actually thought I was going
insane.
As Lois11 said, your emotions will get easier to control
as days / weeks pass but there will still be triggers with
anything and everything and, many times, they occur
without warning. The roller coaster continues but the
climbs and drops are not as steep or as sudden.
I am avoiding some triggers. For the present, I am driving
to / from work with the radio off. I have slightly changed
my route to / from work. I avoid certain TV shows we
often watched together and have taken other small steps
to reduce triggers such as favorite foods.
Finally, I developed a new routine in the evenings. I went
to a Dollar Store and bought a large box of candles. I went
to another store and both a very thick journal with lined
pages. I have three large photos of her on the mantle
facing my kitchen table. Virtually every night, I light a candle
by the photos and sit and write in my journal and try to
recall at least one, if not more, positive / happy memory of
experiences with her over the years. I am recalling things
long forgotten and the tears always flow while I am writing.
But, at the end of each evening, I find that I am basically
drained but with a mind full of good memories and I close
the journal with a prayer for her and for myself as I plan
to see her again someday.
This is helping me get through the nights ( my toughest
time ) and, now, I find myself thinking about it during the
day and what I am going to write about in the evening. I
am so consumed with it that I think I miss some triggers
along the way.
The intense pain is still there but I think my routine is
allowing me to cope with it a little better.
You are in my thoughts and prayers as you begin this
long journey.
Darrell .
Morey was the heavy lifter in our family. He paid the mortgage, the cars and the food. My job paid for the rest. I was his partner and helpmate. As the world became more and more complicated it became impossible for one person to take care of everything on one paycheck. We had 3 children, pets and always lived in a lovely home. It was my pleasure to help.
Now, I'm alone, the kids are on their own, Morey's gone and it's just Horton [my 95 lb Black Lab/Golden Ret. mix] and me.
I waste more food because I don't know how to shop for ONE yet. I'm getting better at it but I still throw stuff out. I don't eat out a lot. And, I don't eat fast food!
The market is a constant reminder that I'M ALONE! When I see couples shopping together......it makes me nuts! I can't see where I'm going because I'm crying my way through the aisles.
I'm learning, slowly, how to be alone and how to shop for one! I wish you luck hfire, I know exactly how you're feeling and I'm sorry!
Roz
Peace, Tim