If you have never experienced parent loss, please don’t try to relate. I promise you don’t need to. There’s no comfort in it. Next time you want to comfort someone who lost their parent, please avoid the “I know how you feel” spiels
I know its supposed to mean well, but stop telling people who lost a parent that you “know their pain” because you lost a grandparent or someone else. I lost my grandma who helped raise me AND one of my best friends. Neither pain compares to losing my dad the way I did.
@lilfreakb1tch Oh good it’s a thing!! My eyes were just SO bad one day. The rash hurt and I was like “ok I’m just gonna slap some Vaseline on” and it’s been a miracle for me lol
Idk if anyone’s going to come for my throat for this, but my under eye gets so dry that it swells up and becomes an itchy rash. I started putting a tiny dab of Vaseline under my eyes about a month ago and I’ve had no rash and my under eye makeup looks so much smoother
I fucked up. I made a post bc several older relatives won’t respond to my messages asking for their addresses for a wedding invite. They normally interact w my posts so I thought it would get their attention. Nope, relatives that don’t speak to me are sending their addresses now
@russhole21 Literally. You sit there, sometimes squished against a stranger. It gets COLD. Like why are we showing up to the airport like it’s a fashion show
The trauma of your absent parent is not equal to the tragic passing of a present parent. Literally do not make comments like that to someone grieving. You can’t relate to it and they can’t relate to yours. Let it go.
I saw a post this morning where someone made humor about their dad being dad and someone said “haha I get it, my dad’s alive but he’s dead to me”…. That’s not even REMOTELY THE SAME THING. I’m sorry, but that’s an entirely different trauma.
Thinkin abt this summer when we were on a cruise & adams best friend was like “I gotta shit but I wanna hit my vape” so he went into a handicap restroom where theres no stalls (couldnt vape on ship) & while we were waiting for him someone in a wheelchair comes up & starts waiting
One thing my dad has taught me since he’s passed is to have a fucking will. I’m stressing every day hoping my mom can take on all of his assets and not get screwed.
and now I’ll never hear about my childhood from his POV again. We had shared memories and now they’re just mine? Maybe this doesn’t even make sense. I’ve felt so much confusion and a level of lost I’ve never been before this last month
A feeling I wasn’t prepared for with my dads passing is my entire childhood feeling like it’s been erased. Idk how to even describe this. But I think back to all the memories with my dad growing up… and they just feel gone? He used to reminisce on those days