Spent the day cleaning carpets, scrubbing walls and paintwork in readiness to give back my home. I’m finding living with other people hard. I have been able to do what I want when I want for three months and before that Marie never placed any restrictions on what I did. Now, I’m expected to fit in with the regime of my old folks, not allowed to have my dogs with me at night, even though they have always slept with me, and they cant even sit by me as they usually do, because I just have a chair and not a sofa. Certain people think it’s time I got over it…
Get over losing my soulmate, my home, my job, my car, my whole fucking life? I feel like I’m being pushed back into my teenage lifestyle, bridling at the restrictions my parents put on me… That didn’t turn out well, I left home at seventeen, only to come back when money was tight or I lost jobs or both. I’ve had my own home for forty years, lived under my rules and I’m too old to conform.
What I thought would be a relatively easy transition, turns out not to be as straightforward, I’m still grieving and need the space to come to terms with that, I do not need to be told what to do, or to get over it, by anyone.
The way things are going they’re gonna crucify me… Thank God it’s Easter!