Bad, bad weekend. James' friends organised a football match to raise money for our chosen charity. I went along to support them, it was a great afternoon, the sun shone, the football was anarchic (in a good way!) they raised lots of money by selling cakes that they had made. I smiled and laughed and joined in.
Then I came home and had the worst evening I have had for a while, it was just the sort of day that James would have loved. Football, sunshine and friends. Although it was lovely to see them all doing something fun and positive, it hurt that he wasn't there to enjoy it as well. He will never enjoy himself again, nothing will make him smile and laugh again.
So, I spent the rest of the weekend upset and angry, really angry. How dare he do this to us, how dare he throw his life away, how dare he not think of the repercussions of his actions. I'm angry with him, I'm angry with me for not seeing how bad things were for him. I'm just ANGRY.
Last night, Moon and I had words, started over a text that I wanted to send to my mum, asking her to leave me alone for a while. I can't deal with her as well as my feelings about James. I asked for his opinion on the text before I sent it and he was supportive at that point. Then he started to tell me that I have been hostile towards people at times and that I have been short with his mum on a few occasions. Now, I know that I haven't always responded in an entirely appropiate manner when spoken to at least a few times but I don't think that I have been too bad overall. He then told me that I have to send my mum the letter that I have been writing, that it will help me explain my feelings. I don't want to send the letter, its my way of processing things, its not something that was ever intended to be sent. When I pointed this out to Moon, he said that if I don't send it, all I'm going to do is bottle things up and let them fester. He got quite cross with me and made me feel as though I have been ungrateful and rude to everyone since James died.
I couldn't bring myself to really talk to him this morning and he didn't seem to want to talk to me.
What do I do now? I don't want to fight with him, he has been so amazing and supportive since we lost James, is he bored of supporting me now? does he feel that I'm becoming boring in my grief? Does he think that its time to move on and stop grieving? Does he have a point, am I wallowing in grief, is it time to start trying to move forward and put this behind us?