I went somewhere this weekend, somewhere I love, somewhere we always went together. It’s a big “thing” in my area. Lots of family and friends go every year.
Last year I shied away. This year I went and had a fantastic time. I could see what I wanted to, take my time looking round and spend some money on slightly frivolous pretty things as well as treating myself to coffee, lunch and luscious ice cream.
I bumped into a few of his relations as I knew I would and it was fine. We chatted normally about nothing in particular, we hugged and caught up on the news of our children.
No one mentioned “him” and I didn’t see him either.
Great weekend. I think I may be moving forward little by little.