Came home from a short UK break a few days ago. I couldn't find my fish in its tank, then the poor thing struggled to swim to me and looked liked it had minutes to go. I was in absolute bits crying and felt helpless. My son give me this fish as a present a few years ago. I am wfh and me the fish and dog have daily routines. Thankfully after a few days the fish is fine.
However, a few days after the fish episode, a distant aunt sent me a dm to say that my grandmother had passed away a few days earlier. Nothing, absolute nothing, I felt no emotion. My grandmother was horrible to me such an unloving and bullying person. I went nc with her over ten years ago.
And yet my head is still a mess and I can't sleep. Isn't it sad to live a life and treat someone horrible that when you die they feel nothing.
I just need to get this all out.