Just over 5 years ago, I dropped dead for the first time sitting on this sofa (bet you can’t guess which seat ).
Luckily I was sitting next to a paramedic!
It’s needed to go to sofa heaven for a long, long time – but bizarrely it became my ‘safe’ space. In my head, if I hadn’t been sitting there, I wouldn’t be here now.
I’m disturbingly attached to it!
A few weeks ago, talking to my therapist on Zoom, I mentioned my relationship with the sofa I was talking to her from. Apparently, I gave her goosebumps! She pointed out what an unhealthy relationship it is. She was very emphatic when she said…
My daughter and grandkids refer to it as ‘The Death Sofa’
So, today, I have said goodbye.
We are finally over.
It may have played a very large part in my recuperation, but our relationship has become toxic.
I don’t need a reminder every time I sit down.
I’m not allowing it to give me backache anymore.
It can no longer embarrass me in front of my friends.
I’m feeling slightly bereft, but so far I’m handling our break-up pretty well I think.
I’m moving on.
I can do this!!