The last few weeks have been so up & down, mental health has been all over the place for the whole household, & for me as well perimenopause. It’s horrendous.
However last week everything took a turn for the better, everything settled, no arguments, everyone was happy, it was a different household.
This is when sometimes you get lucky, it’s been a process to get here, for both my partner & myself to adjust to everything, to the changes that were thrust upon us at the start of the year.
We knew we would move in together at some point, the timing just had to be right to make sure not only was it right for us, but my 10 year old daughter.
However fate disagreed, my partners brother, who was living with her, & paying rent, which paid part of the mortgage suddenly passed away at the age of 34.
Within 48 hours of this a decision had to be made, does she move in here, or try to pay a mortgage alone. The answer to most would be clear, but you don’t want to move in with your partner under these sort of circumstances.
We made the decision, by the end of the week we were officially living together. The mood in the house was depressive to say the least, 24 hours after her brother died my father died.
You want your partners support going through such grief, we were both frustrated that we could not have this as it should be, as we were both in such deep grief.
We worked through it, made changes, cleared things up, most of all, we learnt the best way for us to communicate.
So, as much as this year has been a struggle, I still feel lucky. I still feel as though I have been given a second chance.
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