My sincere apologies to my very loyal half a dozen readers. It's not that I don't consider you, on the contrary, I don't want you to stop reading me and I want more people reading. But lack of motivation is something that is taking care of my life for a long time now.
But I'm back after a month, where I spent with my friends in the city I used to live before I got married. I lived there for 8, almost 9 years and made very good friends that love to see me when I go visit. Everything was ok with my husband, he kept very stable and well (well? well...), with no scares this time, thank God! As for me, I had tons of moments of happiness with my dear friends. Unfortunately they were just moments. And there is a huge difference between being a happy person and having moments of happiness. I guess that is one of the most difficult things for me to accept, given that I was very spoiled by having a good life and being happy up until my husband's accident.
I alternated moments of happiness with moments of guilt for having fun and having even forgotten my problems, my husband, for a while. And also, many times when I was having fun, I felt I was in the wrong place, cause what I really wanted was to be with him, alive and healthy, in our house. Thankfully my friends are good enough to understand my feelings and not become upset, since they were trying hard to cheer me up.
So, cheers to my friends who had patience and love for me! See you again next May!!
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