I feel angry at a man who married a close relative of mine and then seemed to crush her self-esteem and make her his personal slave. I never realized how cruel this world was till I met him. I mourn this close relative because I feel she has died in some ways and parts of me died as well. I deal with the anger by going on long walks and being friendly and helpful to strangers who I feel aren't dangerous. I'll always have my memories but the void remains.