Grief is a Funny Thing
Dear future me,
I was told to write down my feelings to help express them by the therapist my parents hired to help me cope with the death of my late husband, and also the way he treated me before he was killed. What no one realises is that I know who did it, Marzath. He is a complex being who alters his appearance to attract the person looking at him. Only I have seen his true form. I assumed this would make me feel better, knowing that everything I do, including creating a deal with him, would be for the best. But this has not made the ache in my heart hurt less or ease the pain my body still feels, even though he's been gone for a week now. Why am I going through grief when he was an ass to me? I'm crying yet again, and the tears are staining the paper as I write. I feel angry and sad simultaneously. I'm wishing for what could have been if things hadn't gone this way. But I can't change the past, and Marzath treats me a lot better than my husband ever did. So why am I crying when I know this? Grief is a funny thing, and I know I'll work through it with Marzath by my side. My future is as his high priestess, not as the grieving widow of the noble who misstreated me!
So to my future self, I know you're in a better place with our grief!
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