I told Jay tonight what has been going on. I think I have practiced it enough times in my head that it sounded okay. I don’t know. She held it together. She really did. Tears came to her eyes. Her hubby was there – I had asked him to stay. He needs to be there for her. So she can be there for me. A big, giant, comfort-giving chain. Her hubby has never really been my biggest fan, but I have earned my “sister” status over the years. So he is stuck with me now – an emotional mess of a SIL.
I got into the car. It was already past 1030. Tired. Sat for a second. Then I drove away. As I passed their front door, I saw Jay sobbing in her hubby’s arms.
The worst part of this so far is seeing people who care for me upset and unsure. I’ve only had to tell 3 people so far. So that is 3 people upset and unsure.
And I don’t even know what is going on yet. We don’t know what is wrong with me.
I cannot imagine how hard things will be if I have to tell the rest of my little world bad news.