Right after Prince Charming was killed, I wanted to stay in bed, under the covers, and wish the world would go away. But . . . I had to work to keep a roof over my head, keep the dogs fed, keep the dogs healthy, keep paying the bills and keep up appearances that I was “okay” . . . even if I wasn’t.
The one year anniversary came around and, once again, I wanted to stay in bed, under the covers and wish the world would go away. But I took a day off instead and did stuff that wouldn’t remind me of him or have me constantly remember the date (I wrote the the date a lot at my old job at the mental health place). I had to keep up appearances that I was “okay” . . . even if I wasn’t.
The two year anniversary came around and, even though I wanted badly to wish the world away again, I had started a new job just shy of two weeks before the anniversary. I couldn’t tell my new boss that I needed a day off to stay home with my head under the covers wishing the world away. My co-worker was facing the loss of her father that particular week and I was “holding down the fort” and keeping up appearances that I was “okay” . . . and thinking that maybe I just might be okay.
Sometime after the two year anniversary I realized that the three year anniversary would be a bigger challenge . . . because the country would be celebrating a new president. The anniversary date of Prince Charming’s death happens to be Inauguration Day. Every four years the country will be having a big party on a day that broke my heart.