I’m Not Happy With You

How do I word this without sounding insensitive? I’ve been holding on to this feeling for some time, and realize now there is nothing I can do to change it. To change the feeling of abandonment, the feeling of being let down. I can’t change that feeling. It’s an emotion that stems from being unwillingly stranded.

I know that I’m not ignored, at least not completely. One cannot ignore incessant reminders of what was, and what is being done in the aftermath. But I am being ghosted by you, and it is hurtful. It does no good to call you out by name, you know who you are. I just wanted to let you know that we are feeling let down by what is not being said, what is not being done, from those we thought cared. Actually cared.

Remember, it wasn’t me with flimsy excuses, it wasn’t me who hung up. It was you. Do you remember? Wasn’t that long ago.

What I used to think, how I thought about you, has changed. Not by my actions, rather by your inaction. And I just don’t understand.

Maybe that’s why I feel the way I do. I do not understand, or at least fully. Will I ever fully understand? Probably not. But maybe someday I can somehow grasp a shred of what you are going through. Maybe that would help to explain the lack of deep sensitivity on your part. A level of sensitivity one would assume to come naturally from humankind. I am not you, and you are not me. Internalize that, please.

Don’t read into this as if it were personal letter, that would be egotistically presumptuous on your part. Only you will know its application, if any. Those that know, know. Simply know that I am not happy with you, at least for now. Hard to think she could be happy with you right now either. It will be some time before I might possibly reconcile the opposite of that sentiment from within.

Just know, it still hurts, and your actions do nothing to alleviate that pain. This is all I can do. Now, the ball is in your court.

No thank you

My jaws are sore.

My head is a mess.

I don’t want to stop thinking about you.

I don’t feel like talking today.

I don’t want to participate in the discussion.

I don’t want to participate today.

I don’t want to participate in today.

I no longer want to participate.


I’m ‘better’ today.

Slightly better than yesterday.

I’m here.

I’m participating.

Today.

Some Good, and Some Bad

Grief is whacky. Sure time ‘helps’ to heal the grieving soul but in actuality, help really isn’t a meaningful verb in context. I lost Irene 6 months ago, and while I don’t walk around the house with a lowered head all the time now, it still does occur. I know when I’m doing it too much when my neck starts to ache from the weight of my bowed head. I am far from grief relief, yet I’m not looking to be rid of it. Grief.

What I feel from losing Irene is unique to me. I’m the only one who feels this way, literally. Others may grieve but even among other individuals grief is different. My grief is different than that of Irene’s parents, and her siblings. Each one of us had an individual connection with her and their grief is unique as well. It’s the same for any relationship in life. The same for you, your loved ones and those you care for dearly.

What next?

I guess I should be thankful for how I feel? Such a dichotomy of answers and conclusions to this one. How could I be thankful? Because I’m still here? How could I not be thankful? Because she was my wife and we lovingly shared most of our lives together, that’s how.

There are so many things that make sense in life, and so many things that utterly do not make sense. Friends and family are always there for support and they definitely help, but the grief does not go away. It’s all in what I do from this point forward.

The ravages of linear time seems to be taking its toll on me and I feel older. I don’t like that. Perhaps I’m simply beginning to feel my actual age, I don’t know.

There are some good days, and there are some bad days. What do I do with them? There are good days with bad moments, and there are some bad days with good moments. Regardless, it’s all rather crappy. How can I eliminate one category and string the desired one in consecutive manner? I cannot. Deal with it.

Loss is loss, and it’s different for all who experience this reality of life. Life is real, and because that is so, death is real too. I am selfish to think that only one of those realities should ever become of me and my existence.

It just, is.