It’s not the Now, it’s the Never that takes a lot of getting used to. And by that I mean it’s the Never being with the person again. That’s the tough bit. If they’d died then the option wouldn’t be available and so in some ways easier to deal with – so 2 widowed friends of mine have said.
Both reckoned what us ‘dumped’ are going through is much worse as the Never hangs in the air as something that could be changed.
Now I’m walking on very dangerous ground this evening as having just read my LC’s latest blog post I shall be told I am ‘stuck’. So this is a dicey moment!! (He reads this you know!!) . But then I did say I’d always be honest here so although I’m walking on ‘thin ice’ I shall be brave and say what I’m thinking.
BTW I am grinning as I write this!
But seriously it is the Never that is the tough bit. Never to be with them again- when it could just be possible.
I remember just after Alex left for some bizarre reason I woke up one night thinking if I’d known he was going to up and go I would have paid more attention the last time he made love to me! Which was an odd thought to have as I don’t remember NOT paying attention. But you get my drift I hope!
So it’s all the ‘Nevers’ that cross my mind from time to time that I still have to come to terms with.
Actually I suppose I am coming to terms with them – probably rather too slowly.
Anyway it’s a talking point. Which no doubt my LC will comment on
(Actually – dear reader – by saying this here – he may not!!! I may be safe!! So to speak!)
And I’m off out to the ever eventful camera club to listen to a talk on someone’s travels Southern Africa. Which I happen to know a great deal about. I met the speaker last week and put her nose out of joint by trying to discuss areas of Namibia which she clearly felt no one else should have visited. (I have a shrewd suspicion I may know more than her!!!)