I've come to a conclusion this evening. All of the things I thought I would find difficult when Joe left have been surprisingly easy. I fall asleep fine. I hop out of bed every morning. Cooking. Shopping. No problems.
I've found one situation that still gives me great sadness. Television. I make it through the day perfectly fine doing my own thing. But in the evenings, Joe and I would sit down together and watch our "shows". Pawn Stars on Mondays. Reruns of Two and a Half Men. Tosh.0. Star Trek. So very automatically, at 8pm I switch over to the history channel so *we* can watch Pawn Stars and... *sigh*...there's no we...
Pawn Stars is Joe's favorite show.
Do I watch it?
I don't have to now.
Do I watch it because he cant?
It reminds me of him.
He should be home to watch this with me.
Maybe it means we are seriously boring people. Our evenings are marked by tv shows. But I've found myself watching the most random things, because they aren't *our* usual shows. It makes me miss him less.