It only took 18 and a half months but I am finally ANGRY.
I have felt bits of anger here and there but this is the first time that I have truly felt ANGRY.
I wrote about my sad grief mix a few weeks ago but now I realize I need an ANGER mix.
Please comment with any suggestions.
I have never listened to ANGRY girl music but I have a feeling I am about to start. I only know Alanis.
And I have always wondered- What did Dave Coulier do?
For the record, I want to start that I don’t care what the so-called grief experts (who probably have fancy degrees and learned everything in a textbook and probably haven’t actually experienced grief) say- grief doesn’t come all packaged up in neat little stages.
Yes, at first I was in shock and denial.
But then I jumped over to dialogue and bargaining because I started this blog 5 months after Bryon died.
And now I am somewhere between “anger” and “depression and detachment”.
Except I am not helpless. F*ck that.
The following chart gives a more accurate representation of expectation(left) versus reality (right).
I am ANGRY that my husband and the life I was supposed to be living were stolen from me.
I am ANGRY that my dreams died with my husband.
I am ANGRY that I will probably not have another child.
I am ANGRY that I lost those 5 months with my daughter when my husband was in the ICU. I am grateful for my parents for taking care of her and I know I needed to be with Bryon, advocating for him and overseeing his care but I won’t get those five months back.
I am ANGRY that I had to sit in an ICU room watching my husband cling to his life.
I am ANGRY that I had to watch him suffer.
I am ANGRY that he was hooked up on machines and we couldn’t talk. We didn’t get any closure.
I am ANGRY because in my daughters daycare class there is a chart that lists the kids and their parents name and my daughter is the only one that only has one parent listed.
I am ANGRY because at age 3, she already has a better understanding of death than many adults.
I am ANGRY whenever I hear other parents complain that their spouses are gone for a couple of days. Yes, it’s hard. I remember when Bryon had to go away for work. But it’s a whole lot harder when they are gone forever.
I am ANGRY that the doctors didn’t save Bryon nor did they seem to care. Maybe it would have been different if it had been their loved one.
I am ANGRY at the healthcare system for being so shitty. It’s all about money, not people.
I am ANGRY at God. I was taught that he was a loving God and that was all a lie.
I am ANGRY at all the people who tell me that “God doesn’t hate you”. Um…okay…
I get ANGRY when I see everyone living their perfect lives on Facebook. By perfect, I mean living lives where they don’t have a dead spouse. Because to me, that is perfect. I get no marriage is perfect. Bryon and I did not have a perfect marriage. But even on our worst day, it is still better than the hell I am living.
I am ANGRY that I am turning 40 this year and that I am in this position. So much for playing it safe and making good life choices.
I am ANGRY that I am alone and broken.
I am ANGRY that I am viewed as damaged.
I am ANGRY that I don’t fit into my own life anymore. I am a square peg in a world full of round holes.
I am ANGRY that despite having lots of loving friends, I am still lonely.
I am ANGRY because I have lost my innocence. If I ever fall in love again (which I probably won’t because I am broken and damaged) I will always have that fear that they could die young too. This could all happen again.
I want my old life back.
What did I do to deserve this?