I can't get this out of my head. It's eating me.up.and making me feel sick every day. I've already posted about it but can't shake the sadness
We lost my mum in September. My brother and I were going to clear the house this month in preparation for sale. I told him the weekends and Sundays I was free, but him and his wife came up both Saturdays and cleared the whole house without me. I thought brother and I would spend time together deciding what to do with stuff (charity shop, keep, sell etc), then the two Sundays clearing together. But my SIL and brother did it all without me. They gutted mums house and packed away all her stuff into storage, mainly on one Saturday - knowing I'd be there on the sunday. I'm so sad I can't shake it.
I keep thinking about SIL in my mums bedroom packing all her stuff and wishing it was me, but it's too late. They've done it now. What fucking right did SIL have to rob me of that experience. What right did she have to pack up my mums clothes and personal items.
I'm so angry. I really don't ever want to see them again. I love them, but I can't shake this sadness it's in the pit of my stomach and I keep crying. It was my job to pack my mums clothes, jumpers, personal items. Not SIL. I'd never dream of going into her mum's house and poking my nose in.
I can't move on from this. It's eating me up.