I noticed this today, but I will go to a social situation, and as soon as someone asks if I'm married, or what happened, the probing of 100 questions about her death, etc, I get instantly sad and leave. I know I shouldn't, but my brain simply isn not ready for this level of bullshit questions yet. I know it's been years since she passed now, but I'm not over it. And what doesn't help is assholes playing 20 questions about my wife. Im sure they would just fucking love it if i started probing them on why their dad is dead, and how they can always find a new dad, right? Why you so fucking sad bro? Just get over it man, you'll be fine. I'm sure I can handle it better, but today i was driven to the edge, by this one bitch who proclaimed I was not sorry for my wife's loss. Happy go fuck yourself, bitch. Any other insults you want to hurl my way whilst were at it. Why dont i just tell you how I found her while were at it, am i right? Fucking so done with this shit state