It's been almost 2 mos since my Tim died and I can count on 1 hand how many times his parents have been to my house. They used to call daily now it's maybe 1 a week. We just spent 10 days in Fl together yet I feel like I was there alone with my daughters 90% of the time. I really feel like they don't have any comprehension how hard this is for me. Like somehow my grief is less important to them because I am not blood related. I really don't know if it's because they are clueless to the extent of my grief or if they just don't know what to do or say. I am really strugling with wether or not to confront them on this. I am the type of person who lets things eat them up if I don't get them out there but If I do say something there is the risk of a major blow out due to miscomunication. What do I do? Tell them how I feel or just let it keep eating at me?
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