I'm not expecting anyone to remember me or reply but tomorrow will be the seventh anniversary of my amazing, beautiful, funny, frustrating son been found.
His brother found him dead four days after he took his own life.
I'm not entirely sure how we have survived but we have, very much damaged and unrecognisable from the family we used to be.
I'm so very angry this time, I want to scream and about and break things. I resent people with their families still intact. I'm actually angry with James for the first time since he died.
I hate the person I have become, I hate the life I now have, I'm frustrated with Sam for not being the person he could be. That's unreasonable of me but he's stuck in a cycle of idiocy and makes stupid decisions which get him sacked, loses him girlfriends, he has abandoned his real, oldest friends and has surrounded himself with morons who drag him even further down.
I'm tired of making excuses for him, he lost his big brother, he found him dead. But when do I start with the tough love? It's been 7 years, he needs to start trying to build a new, different life.
I'm tired of being strong and pretending that I am ok, I'm not ok. I am falling apart and don't know why now after all this time.
I'm not expecting any responses, I just wanted to vent 😥