The truth is freeing *and* painful.
I went thru this last year as I realized my aunt had hurt me so much. I loved her and trusted her with all my heart, yet never understood why she was like that. She was so venomous (my roommate's words; I agree with that) and I am still coming to terms with how it hurt.
Even in death, her death, I have to separate from her now. Grieving her loss is also grieving her loss when she was around.
thanks,
Billi
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