[nothereanymore]

The way he said it sounded to me like there was something he wanted me to do about it. Or that it was something he wanted me to feel bad about. Something I should be considerate of. “Your Mom is missing your sister badly tonight. She has been crying for about two hours. She just laid down and fell asleep. She’s exhausted.” Like... hey, here’s a reminder your mom is grieving. Here’s a reminder of how much this hurts your mom.

NO. SHIT. But remember the twenty three years of existence you had without her? Remember how SHE AND I WERE ONE LUMP OF CELLS THAT SPLIT? MY EXISTENCE WAS HER. I CAN’T HELP YOUR GRIEF. DON’T PUT THAT BURDEN ON ME. YOU DON’T KNOW MY GRIEF. I CAN’T CARRY YOURS, TOO.