Too Misunderstood To Listen

Obviously he had never been in her position before; there was no need to be. He had obviously not gone through the challenges that she had, otherwise he would be more empathetic.

Yet he had gone through those challenges, urged to bury his feelings like a man and told to never cry in front of anyone. He became more hostile as he grew, not only to others, but to himself.

She was depressed; diagnosed. It wasn’t like he suffered the same way she did. He couldn’t possibly understand, so why was he so angry about this?

He wasn’t. He was hurt that the person he loved most would fall this hard. He felt guilty- like he couldn’t have done anything to help. It was all his fault. His rage wasn’t directed at her, it was towards himself. She wouldn’t understand. She doesn’t know what it’s like to bottle your feelings up so hard that you feel numb. She had wealth, a therapist, and a loving family. What could she possibly know?

They were both in the same boat. Who was right? That’s not up to me to decide. I don’t usually get involved in family matters, but here I am. I need to make a decision. That decision determines whether or not they will burn for quite a while. It’s really not a time consuming, or difficult to decide for that matter, but these two are really starting to piss me off. You die and come into MY home, stay in limbo under MY roof and now you expect me to sit here and delay my decision while you two bicker.

At least after thinking it over, my conclusion is easier to choose.