At first, I blamed it on PMS. That slightly edgy, not-so-good feeling. Then yesterday, November 17, I wrote a check for $11 and all of the sudden it hit me: November 18 would have been our 11th anniversary.
Instead of celebrating, I am trying to live in the moment and trying not to project anything too far in the future, lest I get panicky. I feel stuck, like I’m spinning my wheels and not really progressing at all. Continue reading “Would-be 11th wedding anniversary blues”