I read my journal entry for 25th December 2012. Here it is:
I’m feeling melancholy. I feel like I didn’t make enough effort to make the day special. It hasn’t helped that yet again for Christmas I don’t feel well. Sometimes I just feel helpless at Christmas. My mum always did it so well and I can’t get anywhere near it. It feels like I don’t know how to and also that I have to create it all on my own and sometimes I just want some help, not only with the practical but also with the magical. I suppose that this is a day that I really feel there is a gap in my life. An emptiness that needs to be filled…
Perhaps next year we could all get together on Christmas day [ie my sister and her children] and make it special: share the preparations so no-one has to do it all, plan it properly with games. I suppose that’s one of the things I miss – no-one wants to play games.
This was at a point in my life when I was trying to keep my marriage alive and wondering why I couldn’t fix it. I was naive when I wrote this. I didn’t understand the meaning behind what I was writing.
I’d booked a weekend away for the end of January to try and bring us closer together. Husband didn’t come. He went to work instead. Shortly after that, I heard the Bruno Mars’ song with the words “I should have bought you flowers, and held your hand, should have given you all my hours, when I had the chance, taken you to every party, ‘cos all you wanted to do was dance, now my baby’s dancing, but she’s dancing with another man.’
And I cried.
And I’ve spent the year dancing with another man. Only dancing, but lots of dancing.
And it’s been lovely.
It’s not how I wanted things to be.
But it has been lovely.