It’s Bad Enough That My Mom Died. Now My Dad Is Dating Her Nurse?
Like a waning chasm crawling up your throat. Like an animal barrelling through your ribcage. Grief is lethargic. It has an insatiable appetite. It fills you up with fury, sucks you into quicksand, and buries you under mounds of duvet covers. It sneaks suddenly around corners and reduces you to tears in seconds. But grief …