I mourned when my friend was widowed. Who mourned my divorce?
Ineed to go to the shivah.
Of course, I was at the levayah. I hugged Shaindy tightly, trying to squeeze the pain out of her. But that was an almost out-of-body experience. It didn’t feel real, rather like a terrible dream I couldn’t wake up from.
But now, the dust has settled, the reality has hit me, and this pain is much harsher than the initial pain was.
I need to go to the shivah. I need to be there for Shaindy.
I don’t want to. I can’t.
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