and I’m taking it suprisingly hard. I mean I’m ok now, but I when it first happend on Friday, I was really upset. I seemed more upset than my husband or his family. I don’t know why. I guess it is because I never suffered a loss of a family member of friend. I’ve had more conversations w/her than I have my own grandparents.
It just amazes me how no one has shed a tear. Not even my husband has even sniffled. I know some families are like that. I’ve never seen them hug, kiss, or even say I love you. They don’t give presents or call on birthdays. No one comes over for dinner or swings by “just because.” I try to change that. For my husband’s birthday, I cook him his favorite meal (or whatever he’s in the mood for) I make him a cake, and buy him presents. That is what was always done for us.
I guess it makes me doubly sad because I was talking to my mom earlier, and she was waiting for my siblings to come over for dinner. I really wanted to be there. I miss my family a lot.
I guess there isn’t really a point for this post. I’m just sulking