In November, Chrissy composed on social networks, “when I’m old and grey, I will look back on the last two months as being brutal, exhausting, sad, physically challenging, mentally painful bitches of a couple months. But I refuse to not find humor in both the rage-fits and the outfits.”
“I already see the leaves as orange instead of grey, realized the sky is indeed blue and not black and horn honks on my forced morning walks only bring me to my knees half the time,” she continued. “I can make it up my stairs only stopping once or twice instead of every other, and can get out of the bathtub all by myself as long as I have the promise john will dry me off.”
In the procedure of grieving Jack, Chrissy, who shares child Luna Stephens, 4, and Miles Stephens, 2, with John, has actually stopped consuming alcohol, describing in December that she chose to do so after some self-discovery. She described, “I was done with making an ass of myself in front of people (I’m still embarrassed), tired of day drinking and feeling like s–t by 6, not being able to sleep.”
