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mouse30 08/28/2014

I lost my day back in May. For some reSon it's hitting me really hard tonight. I don't know how to do this, I don't know what I should be feeling. I'm just crying and hurting tonight. Thought I was doing ok with everything, but guess I'm wrong. Haven't talked with my sis or brother in law in over a month due to things that we're said and done since my daddy died.
Does this ever get easier? I'm just so tired and wore out right now. I have no patience when dealing with people and have just been angry.
Sorry for venting and this is just ongoing rambling :(

deleted_user 08/31/2014

My mother died 33 years ago. Does it get easier? Definitely.
Does it ever not hurt? In my case, no. I still cry. And that's OK.

This is going to take some time. Please be patient with YOURSELF. Anger is normal.

Everyone grieves differently. There is no "right or wrong".

Hang in there. It won't always hurt as badly as it does now.

deleted_user 09/02/2014

Also, my family went completely bonkers when my mother died. We were crazy enough before, but without my mother, all hell broke loose.

I will never forget one fight in particular - I was 25 at the time and married but my kids were picked up from daycare by my sister K. until I could get them when I got home from work.

It started - as it usually did - with my brother finding fault with something my sister did. Those two NEVER liked one another (there are 7 of us). First it was "That's not the way to cook chicken", progressed on to "that's not the way you do the dishes" and ended with things being thrown, including a vacuum cleaner down the stairs from the second floor while my niece and daughters hid in a shower.

It got a lot worse before it got better, but it did get better.

deleted_user 09/02/2014

Oh, and my insane father kept the heat at 55 degrees (it was November) and threatened anyone who turned it down. There was still one sister in high school, and three others living there. He refused to buy food for them.

He was always out drinking every night.

He really got crazy.

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