Well, it’s Christmas Eve, and as ever, my parents are getting stressed with everyone. Despite doing as much prep as is possible before cooking the Christmas dinner tomorrow my mother is worried that we will never be ready on time. My father has turned of the power to his remaining two brain cells and is being more random than ever. My brother has had the sense to go out for a drink with his mates… and here I am trying to recover from major depression a day before the anniversary of my partners death. Merry Christmas!
Having said that, everything is ready, my father is always a bit obvious to other people, and I know in my heart that my Russ is always with me, in my heart, and is telling me to ‘take a deep breath and keep my head down’.
I miss him dreadfully at this time of year; well, I miss him pretty much constantly, if I’m truthful.
I’m trying to distract myself by cooking, something I enjoy doing for everyone; it works for a while; tonight will be hard, though. Normally, I’d drink a couple of large whiskeys, but since I gave up drinking nearly 6 months ago, the thought of a hangover is more than enough to keep me off the whiskey.
Finally, I seem to have lost some weight, which is positive. I fit into some trousers that a month ago would not have fitted. Yay.
Until tomorrow, a sombre, jingly bratwurst to you all.
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