Yesterday I moved my daughter into her uni halls. It was a very hectic day and completely wore me out. I was in a lot of pain so when I got home my o.h. Took me to the coast for a chippy tea.
I got home took all my meds and dropped into bed.
Today I have been helping my son move into her room, cleaning and changing beds as well as cleaning and doing the boys room for my youngest son. I then tackled my ironing and washing. It hit me whilst I was doing the ironing, when my daughter and I would be putting the world to rights whilst she worked at the table, me at the ironing board.
I miss her terribly which is silly as she goes away for weeks at a time to her dads or away with scouts or friends.
I just sat down to eat now and burst into tears. I realise I have been keeping busy to keep from thinking of her going.
I want her to do well and be happy. I know I'm being silly but she was my rock during my recovery, my mentor and carer as well as my friend and daughter. I know I still have my two boys but it's not the same. Nathan needs care he has dyspraxia and aspergers, my youngest is just 13 and more interested in farming and scooters and boy stuff.
I honestly feel bereft.
I wondered if anyone here ever felt this bad when their kids leave home, or if as usual it's just because of this stupid brain injury making things worse.
I have once again knackered myself physically.
I know I will get over it, I just needed to get it out.