My son passed away on January 1, 2008. He was only 9. I am Rocking this Dadbod shirt, hoodie, sweater and tank top grieving to this day. Everyone tries to say things to make you feel better. I know it’s hard to console someone and we may not know what to say. My now ex-husband who was my son’s stepdad made the comment to me that he got over it and I need to get over it too. I had an older daughter from a previous relationship and two daughters with him. I really didn’t make time to grieve because I had to be strong for them. I guess by still grieving off and on my ex-husband got sick of me. When he told me that I needed to get over it, I finally divorced him. We had other issues and I tried to stay to keep the family together, but that was it! His words still stab at me to this day. I will always miss my son and I don’t think anyone has a right to tell someone how or when to grieve. To have my divorce.
Of course, having a child is always a change or start in everyone’s life but the fact that I had a divorce, I started to have freedom. I left my ex-husband and left being a stay-at-home wife with no say-so. I was able to find a job and start my journey through healthcare. My aunt told me that no one in my family loved me, implying to kill myself when I was 7. I learned how to first swim by being thrown into the pool drowning. Ever since then I have developed nervous laughter that I can’t stop. I got so depressed that colors disappeared and all I saw was black and white for a day. I tried to kill myself with a knife by slitting my throat but I didn’t because I felt a presence over me. The angel of light stopped me from suicide. I converted to Christianity 10 years later.