I don't normally post about myself, as my life is pretty boring.
I live in the UK, work full time, for a bank, in a job I sort of fell into, not one I picked, married, no kids, pretty normal hum drum stuff
But today I feel different, disconnected almost, looking around me and seeing nothing behind, and nothing going forward, the reason is my mum, she died in 1986, at the age of 47 years and 7 days.
Today I am 47 years and 7 days old.
Not only have I lived more of my life without her, I am now the same age she was when she died.
I think what would anyone say about me if I died today?
Not healthy I know, but I can't quite decide if I want to cry, scream, or throw something, its really affected me and I can't shake it.
I dislike my job intensely; it’s all so pointless. I am nothing more than a number, but with hubby being made redundant in three months I can't leave. I go to work on auto pilot, listening to audio fics, (something I can't that the SPN fandom pod fic readers enough for, they literally keep me going). I need to not be able to think, it I let my thoughts take control who knows where I would end up!
Tonight hubby is cooking dinner, I plan to bury myself in front of the telly watching the Vampire Diaries and just not think how pointless this life is.
Anyone reading this feel free to pass by without commenting, it just helped to write it down.
I might post more in future, it might be cathartic, so if anyone feels my maudlin thoughts might depress them just de-friend me I won’t be offended.