Monday, February 25, 2013
As soon as she began her sentence, I wanted to scream, "DON'T SAY IT!!!" I knew where she was going and I wanted to beg her not to go there. WHY must they always go there? Instead, I stayed quiet and listened as she went exactly where I was so desperate for her not to go, "I can relate to how you feel", she said, "I recently lost my cat". I didn't respond. "Tiger was MY baby". I wanted to yell at the top of my lungs, "IT ISN'T THE SAME!", but I just kept quiet. "I'm just getting to a new stage in my grief now. It's been six months", she explained. Finally, I forced myself to tell her "I am sorry about your cat" and then listened as she told her tale. I decided NOT to tell her mine. I didn't want to help her find the similarities in our experiences. I just don't have the energy anymore to argue about her thinking that losing her aged cat is the same as losing my 9 and a half month old baby.