Telling it like it is...
We started seeing each other 10 years ago when I was just 15 (yes, that makes me 25)!! I am absolutely stunned sometimes that we have lasted, grown together and matured together. I think that is the beauty when you meet someone special when you’re so young is no one including you has very high expectations (if any) that it will last. Well SURPRISE!! 10 years, 2 children and 1 marriage later here we are still together.
We are very happy and as much in love as were many years ago. We are still infatuated with one another like we are teenagers in the exciting ‘I want to know every inch of you’ stage. Yes we have the occasional disagreement like every other couple in the world. We get frustrated with one another and don’t always see eye to eye but we love each other for it.
I am not sure how I am supposed to feel about my grandad Ks death. Am I confused, should I feel more sad or upset? I think I may even have a sense of guilt. I haven’t seen grandad K since I was little and as my mum wasn’t close with him we weren’t either. This is where the guilt comes in, should I have made more of an effort to see him? Should he have found me? I’m 25 and I haven’t seen him since I was about 6-ish (I think).
But with this guilt also comes the memory of this man who was not the most moral and stable person and so I question myself as to whether I should be feeling guilty. He was unpredictable and drank (a lot) but as I said I hadn’t seen him in so many years he could have turned his life around and I had no idea.
My emotions are torn and I don’t know how to feel. I know it’s too late to do anything differently and that I shouldn’t be thinking about what ifs but it’s is just one of those things, you can’t help but do it. How can one simply not question and take what happened with a grain of salt?
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