I don't know why I'm writing this or what I expect from anyone reading.
My brother died at Christmas, he died at home, in seconds, with his wife and children. He wasn't sick, he wasn't complaining about being unwell, he was just taken from us.
I've lost grandparents, uncles and aunts, I stupidly thought I had some idea what grief was but I couldn't be more wrong. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy.
When I would hear someone lost a relative 8 or 9 weeks ago, I would think things must be getting better for them, how stupid was I, it's still so painful, if anything, it's got worse as time goes on.
It's not helped by the fact that most of my "friends" have just started to pretend nothing ever happened. I don't know when one of them last asked me how I was. It's been weeks. If someone does acknowledge what has happened, I get asked how my mum and dad is, how my sister in law, nephews and nieces are. I know they're hurting badly but I want to scream "what about me?!". I have some friends who haven't mentioned it since the funeral! but at least they stay in touch. I have one friend who has contacted me once since the funeral, she's now an ex friend. I don't want pity or a counselling session from anyone, I just want them to acknowledge or realise how much I'm hurting.
Everyday I have to go to work and spend all day listening to people go on about their so called problems and I have to pretend I care and sympathise. I should get an oscar for my performances.
I'm so angry at the minute, I must be in angry stage. Maybe I shouldn't be angry with people though, I don't know if I'd be any better if I was in their shoes.
Anyway, as I said, I'm not sure what I expect from anyone reading but thanks for listening.