I hate anyone losing someone they love. I can't read a newspaper article about a death without crying, can't watch a show with loss in it or I bust into tears, I get annoyed when people post on Facebook all those "cutsie" poems on losing someone. Yes, that's anger in my tone, and I grieve for everyone now.
Where does this horror ever end?
For Christmas I only asked for a pair of "moccason?" house shoes, but instead got my eye blacked, a busted lip, and several knots on my head. Handfuls of hair pulled out. I can't stop being depressed. My husband, Robert's step-father and I got into "another" argument on Christmas Eve. He ended up in my face, telling me all my kids hated me, and when he said, "Robert even hated you." I lost it..I slapped him. Wrong choice. I lost the fight. I don't slap people, I spent the last 21 yrs. attending church believing in love, kindness, yada, yada, yada....all I know now is: God didn't stop my son from dying, he's let many bad things happen to my life, and now in all my grief my husband of 20 yrs. is a stranger to me. Will any of life ever make sense again!???