Hey everyone. Just a little posty post to keep this thing going.
Here's what has been going on with me. And I'm going to be completely honest with you. I try not to get my emotions too involved in my work as far as speaking goes. I think one of the things that keep people interested in what you do, is being completely honest and open with people that take the time to read my blog and look at my work. So here I go.. It's not going to be fun... Not for me anyway.
First of all, I had been with my husband since October 25th of 2010. That was the best day of my life. I had been in love with him since I was 16 years old, and being with him, I was just over the moon. We finally got married on April 7th of 2015. The second best day of my life. I couldn't believe someone actually wanted to marry my. As big of a mess I have been most of my life, he married me. I was so ecstatic! We had every day together.. A lot of people don't get that, or want that. But we had that. And I am SO very thankful for every day I got to spend with that wonderful, loving, funny, sweet, caring, creative man. He was the best person, hands down, for me. He had some health issues, and passed away on November 15th. That was the worst day of my life.. It's been the worst day of my life, every day without him since. I cry, I scream and pout, I get very angry, I get extremely sad. I don't know how to deal with this, but I have no choice but to deal. Because he's not coming back, and I can't go to him. I have a fantastic support system within my family. His father has been awesome and has helped me out a lot. My nephew who I don't get to see ever, because he lives in Florida, has been awesome, and my sweet nieces have been awesome.. My momma though, she's been the one.. The one that dropped everything and grabbed my brother and sister n law and hauled butt to me as soon as she got the phone call. My brother and his fiance, and my momma came here and stayed with me almost a week, helping me with everything. I love them so very much. There aren't enough words in the world that could convey the thankfulness and gratefulness and love and appreciation I have for them. I call my mom everyday crying in her hear, complaining..
There's something else I need to get off of my chest. My foot broke the night my husband died. I broke my damn foot. So the following day I went to the ER and was told that it was fine to walk on, with the boot, and just take the pain pills. So I was thinking it wasn't that bad.. A couple days later it doesn't hurt THAT bad, and I can walk on it pretty good.. So after about 2 weeks of me walking on my broken foot, I go to the follow up doctors appointment, and find out that the break is a lot worse than it was initially. I wasn't suppose to be walking on it, and now I'm off of it for 6-8 weeks. I have steps in my house, to my bedroom, and to the bathroom. I'm using a walker, instead of crutches and I HATE IT! I'm emotionally zapped and now I'm physically zapped (and sore). So yeah.. This is one craptastic month.
Along with all of the stuff you go through when you lose your spouse, I have a broken foot to throw in the mix. This sucks. And I have been in one hell of a dump lately.
So I will be crafting, a lot... Because really, what else can I do when I can't walk on my foot? I have to sit around and only get up when I need to.. And think.. I think a LOT... not good, folks.. I'm going mad. lol.
Anyway, that's about it. I'm not even going to proofread this. This is more of a rant than anything, anyway.. I just hope there is someone out there that reads this and either gets a kick out of it or really understands that they're not alone in the wonderful world of torture.
Thanks for reading this and for not spamming me with a bunch of hateful stuff. ;)
Tonya @woollyghoulieartgreiving
Here's what has been going on with me. And I'm going to be completely honest with you. I try not to get my emotions too involved in my work as far as speaking goes. I think one of the things that keep people interested in what you do, is being completely honest and open with people that take the time to read my blog and look at my work. So here I go.. It's not going to be fun... Not for me anyway.
First of all, I had been with my husband since October 25th of 2010. That was the best day of my life. I had been in love with him since I was 16 years old, and being with him, I was just over the moon. We finally got married on April 7th of 2015. The second best day of my life. I couldn't believe someone actually wanted to marry my. As big of a mess I have been most of my life, he married me. I was so ecstatic! We had every day together.. A lot of people don't get that, or want that. But we had that. And I am SO very thankful for every day I got to spend with that wonderful, loving, funny, sweet, caring, creative man. He was the best person, hands down, for me. He had some health issues, and passed away on November 15th. That was the worst day of my life.. It's been the worst day of my life, every day without him since. I cry, I scream and pout, I get very angry, I get extremely sad. I don't know how to deal with this, but I have no choice but to deal. Because he's not coming back, and I can't go to him. I have a fantastic support system within my family. His father has been awesome and has helped me out a lot. My nephew who I don't get to see ever, because he lives in Florida, has been awesome, and my sweet nieces have been awesome.. My momma though, she's been the one.. The one that dropped everything and grabbed my brother and sister n law and hauled butt to me as soon as she got the phone call. My brother and his fiance, and my momma came here and stayed with me almost a week, helping me with everything. I love them so very much. There aren't enough words in the world that could convey the thankfulness and gratefulness and love and appreciation I have for them. I call my mom everyday crying in her hear, complaining..
There's something else I need to get off of my chest. My foot broke the night my husband died. I broke my damn foot. So the following day I went to the ER and was told that it was fine to walk on, with the boot, and just take the pain pills. So I was thinking it wasn't that bad.. A couple days later it doesn't hurt THAT bad, and I can walk on it pretty good.. So after about 2 weeks of me walking on my broken foot, I go to the follow up doctors appointment, and find out that the break is a lot worse than it was initially. I wasn't suppose to be walking on it, and now I'm off of it for 6-8 weeks. I have steps in my house, to my bedroom, and to the bathroom. I'm using a walker, instead of crutches and I HATE IT! I'm emotionally zapped and now I'm physically zapped (and sore). So yeah.. This is one craptastic month.
Along with all of the stuff you go through when you lose your spouse, I have a broken foot to throw in the mix. This sucks. And I have been in one hell of a dump lately.
So I will be crafting, a lot... Because really, what else can I do when I can't walk on my foot? I have to sit around and only get up when I need to.. And think.. I think a LOT... not good, folks.. I'm going mad. lol.
Anyway, that's about it. I'm not even going to proofread this. This is more of a rant than anything, anyway.. I just hope there is someone out there that reads this and either gets a kick out of it or really understands that they're not alone in the wonderful world of torture.
Thanks for reading this and for not spamming me with a bunch of hateful stuff. ;)
Tonya @woollyghoulieartgreiving