Earlier this year, I went through a difficult loss. At the time, I was overwhelm, and I don’t think I saw how I was pushed my BF away.
The night I got the news, I texted him to tell him what happened. He replied with condolences, and I called him a few minutes later, but he was asleep. The next day, he told me he wouldn’t be able to come to the funeral because of a work trip. I remember feeling really hurt— and I think I turned that pain into resentment toward him.
I can see that I wasn’t fair to him. I was short and cold. He told me I was putting too much pressure on him and making him feel like he wanted to pull his hair out. After he said that, I just stopped contacting him. I shut down completely.
Now that time has passed and the fog has lifted a bit, I feel terrible. I wish I had handled things differently. I think I let grief turn me into someone I’m not proud of.
I saw a photo of him on Instagram this morning, hence the emotions today!