So, I was writing from experience. That happened. Writing has kept me alive on more than one occasion and helped me understand my feelings. For some reason, they make more sense when I’m reading them back to myself, having translated them into words, than when I am feeling them in any given moment.
It was brutal experience, made all the more difficult by going through it alone. 9 years ago in February. I have since had my youngest child and divorced my husband. I found peace in both of those things. Today, I’m good, but it took awhile.
I’ve seen this kind of reaction to grief a few times…one partner withdraws when the other needs them most. Writing helped me see that, in my case, the problem was more than non-complimentary grieving processes. He wasn’t there for the pregnancy to begin with. Knowing that was important and I couldn’t see it until I wrote it down.
Thank you for the support. You heard me and felt my pain and that is healing in and of itself.