Losses carve us into ourselves: different, kinder creatures. When my dad passed, I learned You'll never get over it, it's never going to be okay. You just learn how to live with his memory which will never die 😊😘
Sorry for the language, I hate that you are going home to him right now. I hate that he doesn't appreciate you. I hate that I ask you about us and it goes unanswered. I hate that I feel like you only talk to me when you need me to do something.