Someone has decided to vent their own anger and grief on me yet again.
Why is it that the very people you think will initially be on your side end up hurting you the most?
I have been accused of being inconsiderate, selfish and what has hurt the most, is that I am now told that I should have rung this person to inform them that my husband died straight away, instead of making the effort, which at the time was gargantuan and mammoth, believe me, to go visit them to tell them face to face.
They obviously mistake me for someone that gives a fuck. Because I don't right now. I just want to be with him.
I have spoken to Cliff's friends and they are stunned and appalled. But I still hurt. They reassure me that I haven't done anything wrong. But I still hurt.
I wish these pills would kick in.