Good Grief
I lost my friends when my son died. Instead of being supportive, they harassed me to come out drinking, or go to the bar. Like I had just been through a breakup and needed to go out. No, literally 24 hours ago I buried my baby in the ground.
What is even more messed up, I said “I know you guys mean well but I don’t want to leave the house right now, my child just died. I am losing my mind. You can come come over or even watch TV with me.”
No one came, no one called. I was a jerk for shooting down going to the bar. Literally, the four girls I knew my whole life, bailed on me when I needed them the most.
It hurt. It hurts still but good riddance to them is all I can say. People’s true colors come out when you go through a tragedy and it sucks. Story credit: Reddit / GrotskyBiotch86