77. Unsolicited therapy

Abigail Hayes

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The last time I felt this way was in my teenage days when I lost my father.

In the space of three days, I’d already gone through the five stages of grief. I was at acceptance but that was because I had no choice. The light bleeding every day after I left the hospital was proof of the fact that I lost my child and it pained me every time I had to change my pad.

I was demotivated. I didn’t want to do anything. I didn’t know what to do. All I did was sleep, wake up, and eat whenever George forced me to. Aside from that, I couldn’t do anything. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. None of them knew what I was going through.

For the three days I’d been at home, George had been by my side. He wasn’t trying to talk to me though. He knew I needed space so he gave me space. He just stayed with me to make sure I was okay, according to him, but I knew he didn’t want me to make any foolish decisions.

I finally convinced him he could go back to work this morning before he left me alo