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darkchoc
Monday, March 11, 2002
It's not easy being a widow.
Yesterday, I dealt with my late husband's effects. Tomorrow I will be distributing it to various parties.
I'm being chased by creditors and swamped with free-loaders who want a piece of the pie. Yet, what hurts most is the realisation that some people only put up with me for my husband's sake. Now that he's gone, they totally ignore me. Sad.
As a sign of mourning, I'm only gonna wear black. (And also cos a third of my wardrobe is black :P) I might even take up Eugene's suggestion of chopping off more of my hair. (On the upside, since I'm no longer in school, no one will be able to see it. Thus it can be a disaster and no-one will say anything!)
I assure you, I'm not going mad with grief. Really...
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