Why, when people are trying to comfort me, do they equate my sorrow with another? Tonight my husband referred to a friend's poetic words concerning the loss of his grandmother. I immediately took offense at the assumption that my loss is similar to the loss of one's grandparents. I am sure my husband didn't mean to insinuate that, but it isn't the first time someone has said something similar. It makes me want to scream, "Don't EVER tell me that losing a parent in your thirties is the same!" It is better to say nothing at all.
I want to be all understanding and appreciative but I can't, I just feel angry when people try to equate my loss.
Losing a parent is a loss most deal with, but not in their thirties. It hurts and the future of my dreams and my children's memories are at stake. It does not equate to losing ones grandparent.
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