My Relationship Died

And no one even brought me a casserole

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The kinda thing that makes you ugly cry. The kinda thing that makes you pull the covers up over your head. The kinda thing that makes you yank the Ben & Jerry’s out of the freezer.

And I didn’t feel much like going out with the ice cream stained covers up over my head. Or with my sleep-deprived circles that exquisitely matched my tear-puffed eyes.

My mom wasn’t there to make it all better. She wouldn’t be rounding the corner of my bed with a big smile on her face. A mom smile. The one that says who cares if you failed the test, broke up with the love of your life, or never felt sicker. The world will never take you down with me in it.

She would bring me a yummy meal with a pretty flower in a vase perched atop a beautiful bed tray. And a cushy box of kleenex to boot.

“You will rise again!” she would exclaim. At least long enough to wash those sheets of yours and replace them sans the Ben & Jerry’s.

The problem is some people are afraid of it. Even though it’s not catching. Some people are unaware of it. Yes, it’s truly loss and grief. Some people remove themselves from it. Don’t we need you.

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National Relationship Columnist, Freelance Journalist & Former Business Columnist. All Shapes of Love — #WomanResurrected colleen.sheehy.orme@gmail.com

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