The last time I felt this way was 9 years ago, (on the one year anniversary of my first miscarriage), after no less than 17 drinks (turns out someone was spiking them, and giving me triples).
This time, it took only 2 and a half glasses of wine and a veeeeeeery empty stomach.
Anyone want to strap on and get a birds eye view of the inner working of my mind?
No? Probably best.
Melissa, just remember we're here for you. I'm so worried after reading this...
ReplyDeleteGo and hang on to that husband of yours, and don't let him let you go.
Lots of love to you.
K xxx
My dearest Mel,
ReplyDeletePlease call me.
If its too hard this time, we will organise another time.
I'm worried about you.
Miss you a million
-xxx-
It hits you when you're not ready for it, and it never goes away. I hope you're OK Mel. And that you feel you could talk to us if you need. You have my email if you'd like to blah at any time.
ReplyDeleteHey Mel, If you want to blog and you want to write incomprehensible drivel no one will ever judge you for it. Alcohol and raw memories do not go together.
ReplyDeleteStay strong and remember people all over the world love you!
Sweet Mel,
ReplyDeleteI hope you're doing ok out there. I've been thinking of you and hope all is...whatever, but better than it was.
xxx K
Mel. You're a dear heart. I hurt to know you're hurting and offer my willing ears if ever you want to talk. We all do, I'm sure.
ReplyDeleteLots and lots of love to you,
Averil xx