Oh boy...
Where do I begin...
My grief has taken me to some weird places...
yesterday I messaged both OWs...because all I ever got was trickle truths from WH or "they don't exist" type responses.
I only heard back from one - who I feel like I have the truth from. The other - the one I want the truth from I believe is too much of a coward to respond - but I did not send a message that was attacking. I was just asking for truth, so I could work on my own closure after everything he put me through. And now neither of them have to protect him - because he's gone. I'm sure she's protecting herself because I had reached out to her husband when I first found out about her. But I'm going to take her silence as what I always knew it to be even though he would never admit it. There was enough there. I just want someone to tell me the fucking truth.
I just found myself wanting some closure after suffering at the hands of his infidelities, abuse, addiction and now the cruelest manipulation being his death.
Someone should probably come take my phone away from me...
I ALSO - blocked the FIL this morning on FB. He left a response on one of my posts the other day about my cat not staying off my lap since I got back from the funeral. Some shit about, "I love you, miss you, and share deeply in your loss."
No FUCKER - you don't share in my loss. You wouldn't have propositioned me for sex over his car and then all you want is to take take take - and you victimize yet your dead son. Fuck him.
I also blocked someone else too! I think my therapist will be proud of this one as she thinks I may have been trying to fill the "co-dependent void" after my separation from WH.
I was trying to help an old HS friend that became disabled because of a brain bleed (this was prior to WH death). He now has left side weakness and is bound to a chair - because he refuses to do his exercises. He was really depressed and as I have been working with the developmentally disabled the past 6 months, I thought I could help get him out of his slump. Giving him goals and things to do. But after H's death, I told him I was not available - that I am grieving - and I'm also in an intense accelerated nursing program and I need to focus on myself. I've always been pretty selfless in trying to help others. But I quickly realized in my grief how hard it was to care for others when I am the one who needs to be cared for.
He wouldn't stop. Within 3 hours of my phone being off last night so I could study - when I turned it back on I had 25 FUCKING MESSAGES. Twenty-fucking-five.
I had - HAD IT. This after I haven't responded to him more than maybe once a week. But he always does that - and sends me messages saying "I love you." or weird stuff like next time he sees me he's going to try to kiss me.
Okay - now when I say old HS friend - he was my brother's best friend back then and his friends were all like older brothers to me. No interest there. Not even remotely interested. It became obsessive. And to be clear - I hadn't spoken to him in years before this September when we reconnected on FB and I found out about him becoming disabled. He doesn't even know me anymore to be able to say the things he's said to me - like the I love you's.
It just got to be too much. I like when people check in on me to make sure I'm doing okay, but that was something else and way too fucking much for me right now. I can't be his support system or anything else. I really just wanted to tell him to fuck off (and I feel bad for feeling that way), but it felt like he had no boundaries and wasn't respecting mine. Am I a dick?