I am so oversensitive. I literally cringe when people ask how "my father is." All I hear is them emphasizing that they're cognizant that she's not there to ask about any more. Good for them for being so precise. I can't stop cringing. People who used to really be there for me now think it's OK to ask their perfunctory polite questions and go on their way. I'm still here. My pain has not subsided.
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