I just went to lunch with a friend. That was a challenge, I am a major league isolationist. Give me a quiet house and a book or my knitting and I can be alone for hours.
Anyway, back to lunch... My friend was asking my feelings about all that is going on in my family and how we are all coping... It has been about 6 months since my youngest anounced that they are transgender and are in the process of becoming my daughter. They are doing HRT and seems to be going well for them. I'm thankful for that .... my husband and son are dealing with the situation by pretending that it doesn't exist... if we don't talk about it; it's not happening. I can't stop thinking... all of the what ifs are circling around in my mind and I am constantly anxious. or teary.... or both. Shouldn't I be doing better with this by now? Shouldn't I be able to hear the songs from their wedding or look at pictures without breaking down? When does this get better or easier? I have no answers, only more questions.
Sorry to whine guys... it's a grey, gloomy Monday and that doesn't make anything better.