Nobody talks about the constant amount of disappointment you face in your grieving journey. Truths you are forced to face about people that you may not want to accept.
Grief is so strange, I burst into tears at any given moment and the next I’m smiling at my children.
The concept of time is so strange right now. I find myself saying “the other day”, “two weeks ago.” But it’s all based on July 5th. I know my mother is gone but my mind cannot seem to accept it.
I cannot believe I ever cried over anything in the past when my mother was alive. I had EVERYTHING to be happy about.
And just so we’re clear, the people who brag about how awesome their life is because they don’t have kids are just as annoying as the people who think they are superior because they are parents.
