My name is Marlene, and my husband of 27 years passed away in August 2007. Since his passing, I've had a nervous breakdown and nothing is helping me. Not even my kids. They are all adults now. I don't understand why they are treating me with NO respect, no caring, and no love. We live together, and they said that I am just a roomate now. They said that "it's all about me".. that I didn't give them time to grieve. I grieve everyday, why can't they? I'm loosing my kids and they told me that I am acting selfish. Please give me some ideas.
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