The Pulled Sunday Post

Yesterday was a really hard day. Somehow I got through it. The second anniversary of becoming a widow felt gut wrenching, lonely, isolated, desolate- even around people. I'm truly going to be alone the rest of my life and accepting that conclusion hit hard. Every damn thing is on me. The mudding, sanding and repainting of the wall where we had the temporary plumbing fix three years ago screams at me every time I walk up the stairs. Figuring what lightbulb the porch needs because of course it burns out on a cold January night when I have family coming over, on my list. Every corner of the house has a project or a problem to fix and the running list is on two notebook pages and each week more is added than crossed off. Dealing with a probable cell phone fraud issue that'll probably cost me $1400, mine to deal with. I knew all this for two years, but didn't truly feel this is now my plot in life. I hate what my life has become, but suck it up I must...