It is now nearly two weeks since the explosion with my MIL that I talked about in my last blog. I am home and she is a few thousand kilometers away but I still can't seem to move on and forget the incident.
I am still dreading the next time we have to go there 15 -18 months away and dreading the next time I answer the phone to find her on the other end. She is most likely to ring on a weekend so I dread answering the phone on the weekends. I shouldn't let it get to me, but I don't seem to be able to stop myself. When I wake up in the middle of the night I think about it.
When people ask about our 'holiday' I say "I am glad to be home" or " don't ask". I need to move on. Easier said than done though.