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The whole story.... (as far as my family goes...) Part I
I've had issues with grieving for my family for quite some time. It all started with my grandmother, who died when I was in my 20s. I didn't quite know how to feel as she and I never really got along during our time on earth.
By the time my brother passed on suddenly, I was married (newlywed) and preggers with my first at the grand ol' age of 34. I was living out of state at the time, in New Mexico. We had just moved house to a remote area outside of the Albuquerque area.
The news of his passing devastated me. I won't go into the funeral and all that because there's really no point to that. But, the after-effects lingered for a long time. I couldn't work after that, being pregnant and dealing with everything was just too much. Even my boss suggested that I quit.
Things went downhill from there. My midwife suggested that I get grief counseling but at that time, I couldn't afford it. Meanwhile, hubby decides to quit his job under the guise of 'staying home and taking care of me'. Yeah right. He cooked a few meals for me and that's about it. He wanted to sit home on his butt and watch TV.
My marriage started crumbling from that time even though I tried to keep it together. After a few years, Mom was pronounced terminal and I had the choice of going there for a few weeks or moving back perminently. Since we were close to losing our house and car anyway, moving home was the best option available to us.
Oh, can't forget that my son was born with a birth defect (non-life threatening) and I had to deal with that too. Hubby, again, was little help on that one. I had to deal with all the doctors. Again, adding to all this, hubby decided to go back to long haul trucking, taking him away from us for weeks at a time. Needless to say, this didn't work out well at all.
More later...
I've had issues with grieving for my family for quite some time. It all started with my grandmother, who died when I was in my 20s. I didn't quite know how to feel as she and I never really got along during our time on earth.
By the time my brother passed on suddenly, I was married (newlywed) and preggers with my first at the grand ol' age of 34. I was living out of state at the time, in New Mexico. We had just moved house to a remote area outside of the Albuquerque area.
The news of his passing devastated me. I won't go into the funeral and all that because there's really no point to that. But, the after-effects lingered for a long time. I couldn't work after that, being pregnant and dealing with everything was just too much. Even my boss suggested that I quit.
Things went downhill from there. My midwife suggested that I get grief counseling but at that time, I couldn't afford it. Meanwhile, hubby decides to quit his job under the guise of 'staying home and taking care of me'. Yeah right. He cooked a few meals for me and that's about it. He wanted to sit home on his butt and watch TV.
My marriage started crumbling from that time even though I tried to keep it together. After a few years, Mom was pronounced terminal and I had the choice of going there for a few weeks or moving back perminently. Since we were close to losing our house and car anyway, moving home was the best option available to us.
Oh, can't forget that my son was born with a birth defect (non-life threatening) and I had to deal with that too. Hubby, again, was little help on that one. I had to deal with all the doctors. Again, adding to all this, hubby decided to go back to long haul trucking, taking him away from us for weeks at a time. Needless to say, this didn't work out well at all.
More later...
