The grieving process is a load of crap for the most part. It’s some 5 part thing that someone came up with to help explain the process people with cancer go through when they come to terms with the fact that they are going to die. Seriously, look it up (I am kind of pulling that out of my half assed memory) and then people started taking it as fact for the stages we go through when someone dies and they expect 5 neat stages and that’s a load of fucking bullshit.
Nothing is neat about grief.
(Pause while I go do a cursory check on my history of the grief process . . yep, half assed memory was somewhat right . . good enough).
Today I was supposed to rearrange our bedroom. Wonder Woman and I are complete opposites in so many ways (I think Opposites Attract is actually our song) and so we do things separately, plus, I’m Self Saving Warrior Princess.
So, she’s off at Derby, having done her part of the room, and I’m about to actually move the room, and I’m a good ways into it, and suddenly I start flashing to the last time I moved it around. Or actually, Mickey and my home health care worker did. When I hit the point that I couldn’t keep it in the same position that it was in when Parker died.
And the room can really only end up in so many configurations.
And we were about to move it back to the other one that works well.
And I sleep on the other side of the bed now. . . . Parker’s side of the bed…..
And here I am about to move the bed and suddenly it hits me where I’m going to end up laying. I’ll end up in the same exact spot that Parker was in when she died. Where she was laying when I found her.
Those 5 stages of grief aren’t neat but sometimes you can go through all 5 of them in a matter of minutes.
“Nah . . it’s okay, I can totally do this, It’s not that big of a deal, I mean . . it’s just a spot in the room where I’ll be laying and a lot has changed”
“This is fucking bullshit . . . I’m tired of living with her ghost, I love her, but I’d love for her to not be interfering like this right now. I want my life to move forward right now, fuck this, I want my room the way that will work for US!”
“Maybe since it’s going to be a different bed, and mostly different furniture I’ll be fine, I mean, it’s been a lot of time.”
Tears . . .I just sat there for like 20 minutes while I couldn’t move forward or figure out what to do.
And then I started talking to people and figuring out what the fuck to do next. I don’t get to decide when to be grieving widow. It’s always there, and I can’t push it away.
And while Wonder Woman and I are opposites in so many ways, and while sometimes this whole thing isn’t easy, the minute I messaged her with a super vague message that just said I wanted to switch rooms and switch plans for grief reasons, she simply replied
Because she gets it, and what she doesn’t get she gives me space for.
I’m trying to accept that part too, because it’s not easy to believe I deserve to be loved this way. I want to believe it, and I’m trying to.
Edited a few hours later to add . . .
She came home, she hugged me and we talked about some options. We let the house go for tonight.
I was pissed and upset with myself because I had made a clusterfuck of the house and was too overwhelmed to fix it.
Of course, once I let it all go, I was able to start tackling our bedroom, and slowly putting things into place the way we wanted them, even though that was the way they used to be. But once it started falling into place, it actually doesn’t look anything like the old room did. And it hasn’t felt like the old room for a long while.
We will see how I feel in the next few days, and when I come back from NY, we can always move rooms again in a few days.
I feel things really really big, especially when they first hit me. Sometimes having permission to act on them, and not being fought against is all I need to work back to my own calm.