Oh Matilda. Oh kiddo.
… I guess this is when I start crying.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh Matilda. Oh kiddo.
… I guess this is when I start crying.
....and now my MiL, Sunny, just left in a screaming rage.
The Oakland cousins are coming to pick her up.
Emotional dysregulation in all directions.
I ululated while listening to Welcome to the Black Parade, driving across Lake Pontchartrain, at sunset.
I know nothing will make it easier on any of you, but I truly wish that weren't the case. I am also sorry that you have to be the one holding your shit together.
My mom died at home. When they took her body, that’s when it became real. I totally get Matilda losing her shit then.
I hope you (David), and the family can surf the swells of big emotions as they arise.
Oh, David. When all the “pending” lets go. When the focus of your grief has nowhere else to turn. Wishing everyone grace & a place to sit with it all.
That must be hard, Hec. I’m sorry.
Oh, Matilda. That breaks my heart (more). So unfair that she has to weather this.
And as others have said, outrageously unfair that you have to be the calm center of the emotional shit storm.
I'm so sorry, David.
Oh, David, I'm so sorry you're being forced into the role of the strong one. You deserve to lose your shit as much as anyone. May you find the space to express your grief when and how you need to.
I tried an ululation. My untutored attempt reminded me of the sound Abed made when he was pretending to be an alien to freak out Troy. So a little Community for our community, I guess.