It’s Complicated

Complicated Grief

That’s what I was told I’m experiencing. This was new to me. There’s something else besides grief.

I laughed.
I didn’t mean to.
It just happened.

 

The more she explained it, the more it all started to make sense. My entire life has been complicated. Meeting new people and answering their questions is complicated.

“How many siblings do you have? Where are you from?”

That question still causes me to stop and think.

Just answer the question.
Tell them the truth.
Just don’t make it sound so complicated.

 

Maybe one day I’ll be able to answer those questions. Until then, I’ll just stick to it’s complicated.

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s