Losing my son was devastating! I won't go into details, but it haunts my very second-to-second life!
Watching as my wife lay dying? It's another scene I'll never be able to forget.
Escaping a pervert who was sexually assaulting me when I was a seven-year-old child? Dismantling to my emotional safety.
So, to my family who express my need to put a smile on my face, until one arrives, I say:
"Go get your head out of your asses! I am doing the best I can, and I cannot, and will not fake a smile to make you comfortable!"
I'm not bitter, but I am realistic. I smile, but it happens in its own time, not according to a schedule I'd have to invent to make other people comfortable while I live my uncomfortable life!
They're never around me when I watch the videos of my son playing before he was killed. Or the video of both of us, rolling on the floor, while we were watching "Bugs and Daffy":!
If I can't live in my reality around you, stay away from me! You know how that works, so don't be offended.