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They say misery shared is lessened, but I've always thought that was crap.

In my own experience, the misery was still misery, no lessening of it by anything other than time - three years, thereabouts, running the emotional gamut from the most unbearable ache to months and months of sheer numbness.

But it did mean something when other people tried to be there for me, even if they didn't know what to say or tried to buck me up when all I wanted was to wallow. Because the pain and rage and catharsis were so much better than trying to pretend everything was fine around the people who were uncomfortable if I let on that I was, you know, grieving.

This story is hard for me in many respects, but I think you wrote it beautifully. Thank you for that. *hugs*