This has been a week of second firsts for me. The week was also a hard one for me and I’m never quite sure why some days are harder than others. I haven’t been able to write all week so I’m not sure if I had writer’s block because I had a hard week or if I had a hard week because I couldn’t write anything.
On Halloween, I picked up Papa Murphy’s Take-N-Bake pizza to take to my mom’s. I realized after I got it that this was another unexpected “first”. We used to have pizza once per week. His favorite was BCs pizza but he felt they could be a little pricey so we wouldn’t get that all the time. When I worked in the office I would pick it up on the way home with instructions to call him when I did so he could preheat the oven. And when I got home I was usually greeted with a thank you and a kiss. He appreciated me and I appreciated him. Getting pizza was such a normal, routine thing but these are the kind of things I remember and sometimes they hurt the worst. Just the day to day interaction and knowing you were loved and appreciated. I just think of a typical night like this and I am filled with love, happiness, and unbearable sadness.
People always tell me that I am loved by many and I know and appreciate that. But there is still a hole in my heart that may never heal. I have a lot of romantic memories of our relationship but I feel the loss intensely when I remember the little moments of each day.
When I started working from home last year, Patrick made it a habit to come upstairs and give me a kiss when he got home. I was usually secretly annoyed since the afternoons were almost always quiet times and I was usually in the middle of something that required my full attention. I wanted to tell him that I was still working and just pretend I wasn’t there. Fortunately, I never did. I miss those interruptions now.
The other second first was going to a wedding. Erin is the mother of Sierra’s close friend, Olivia. They have been friends since second grade! Olivia is like one of my kids and Erin and I are friends as a result. Erin is quite a bit younger than me and has always been a single parent. She is very independent and did just fine on her own. She raised a wonderful daughter! And now she has met the love of her life, Matt!
I was worried that the wedding would be hard. I declined to attend a wedding over the summer because I didn’t want to be a distraction if I got emotional. I cried at the wedding last night. Tears of joy! The wedding was beautiful! Their love was apparent and I am really happy for them! I also attended with my girls and my nieces and we had a great time!
So I was doing pretty good today. But I have been stressed about possibly going back to work. Today I decided to check my disability status and my recent reconsideration request was denied. So I believe I will have to go back to work to qualify for early retirement. Everyone has told me that it’s only for a few months and I keep telling myself that too but honestly I wouldn’t be off work if it wasn’t difficult to be there.
The difficult part about my disability is that it is hard to prove. And the last two times I was taken off work due to my mental health, my employer denied my disability. The state covered it both times. This includes the time I was off after Patrick’s death. I did get five days of bereavement leave. I had to take vacation time the day of his funeral and four days after and the rest ended up as unpaid leave. I didn’t stress about it. I had other things to focus on.
If I had a heart attack or a surgery and was going through rehabilitation my doctor could fill out a simple form to certify that I was disabled. For mental health, it is a longer form with a lot of questions. I thought it would be easier this time since I am actually seeing a Psychologist but apparently, her opinion doesn’t matter.
So I’m questioning myself and wondering why some people can go through something like this and go right back to work. Am I less of a person? The thing is, I probably could go back to work at a different type of job. I am functioning in many ways but, for whatever reason, I can’t bear to go back.
I have worked there for 22 years and I was married to Patrick the whole time. I have had a lot of ups and downs at work and he was always there to encourage and support me. Four or five years ago I went through a very difficult time there and he has pretty much hated the thought of me working there since then. Someone asked me today what he would say to me. I feel that he would just tell me to do what I needed to do. He would be okay with whatever decision I made. I’m sure on the inside he would be thinking it would be better financially for me to keep working but he would never put that pressure on me.
So I am going to sleep on it. Pray a little. Hope for a sign or the strength to just make myself do it. If you hear that I ended up walking away from an early retirement package, please don’t judge me. I’m going to do whatever I need to so that I can keep moving forward. I might make mistakes and I might change my mind. That’s okay. I know I am doing the best I can and I really just have to get through one day at a time.