No Support

One thing I've never expected is sympathy. I don't because I can't. Maybe because I don't feel worthy or deserving of it. The moment I tell people that I actually exchanged my life for my baby's, changes the tone of the conversation. I've lied about the way you've died because I couldn't handle feeling responsible. I was responsible for your life and your death, that I felt terrible sharing it.  If that sparks an out cry about my integrity, then frankly I don't care. You havnt worn my shoes and I hope you never will. 

This is where things become awkward and or annoying as in my case. Because I have sisters and members of my family who don't care. Treat me like I should be over it already and well they can kiss my ass! No being answerable to sorry mofo's for me. 😡😡😡