are you better now?
- reminiscent of how my Mom used to speak to me when I was a small child, having finished throwing a tantrum.
If one more person asks me if I'm better, and it's easier because I've grieved for a full year ... I am going to fucking SCREAM.
Yes, I am going to scream, and scream and scream and scream, until I am sick, and I can, and I will.
Speak to me like a xxxx and I'll behave like one. Just watch.