My mother died, and I am angry at everyone, especially my brother. He doesn’t understand that people grieve differently. I was doing fine until he called tonight, and we ended up getting into an argument about how I “should” feel. He told me that cracking jokes and being lighthearted were things that our mother would have wanted. I disagreed, and said that was fine with him, but not for me. He ended up adding more stress to my night, and now I am even more angry at him for ruining my grief process. Damn him.
