Thank you for your kind messages. I did however, lie in bed earlier and wonder what the point of it all was. I have been a parent for 27 years and my son turns 18 on Thursday so legally my days of parenting are over then. He will be an adult in the eyes of the law and my official part is done with. So what now and what was it all for? My daughter doesn't speak to me and those who know how my son is with me at times knows that he can be abusive too. I feel I have wasted the last 27/28 years and now all I want is to find a nice man and basically to have what I had 30 years ago when I married. A home, a husband and a dog. Why didn't I just stick with that? I have been a stay at home mum mostly, to be there for when they both needed me, to be there when they came home from school and not an empty house, to be there. Now I am on the scrap heap with no friends around, no family of support (my dad does his best, especially with his illness). When does it get too much to keep picking up the pieces, brushing yourself off and starting all over again? It's what I'll have to do but I am finding it very hard this time. I have managed to phone the doctors to find out if my counselling has been sorted out. And I have another appointment so at least I have the doctor.
I will bite my lip, put on a happy smile, buy my son his cake and do the birthday thing and then I will take my wonderful, gorgeous doggie, who is my savior, to the cafe near me and we will sit outside and drink tea and make conversation with anyone who bothers to stop and chat. That is the plan.
What I need is a hug. A long, good old fashioned squeeze as my grandparents used to say. I wish they were here along with my auntie, I was loved then. And let's face it, it is all any of us want to feel.