YOPJ - From the Dead

The dead are only sleeping. No wonder I hate when depressed people "nap." I feel like they say "you killed me today."  
 
Grieving people are so obnoxious. They pout, ignore your jokes, and rain on every happy thought and moment.  
 
One of the phases of grief is anger - I think. It's ubiquitous to grief, actually, isn't it? Passive and puddled but angry all the same; and the sympathetic part of me gets dark and angry about the source and the mourner.
 
Angry mourners chase others away. They export blame and forget the source of their true feelings. Cue my life.  
 
Some of our kids.... are a huge source of grief at the moment. It's not like we just have to deal with two very ill moms and two dead fathers, we have to deal with kids who don't have a clue how much damage they are doing to their father.
 
Parents who have high order multiples have a high divorce rate. But families with many children of normal birth order supposedly are more solid together than average. Until the teenage mega drama I thought we were at a steep advantage. Then our parents start dropping and the rebellion becomes a predator-and-bully-fueled mega weather-storm.
 
So I was dead. Curled up against his non-absorbent side. The kids animated my corpse through pure necessity and I left him laying there. I killed him today, or so he feels. Maybe I did. I certainly manufactured his opposition. I have no idea if I can get the stench of our circumstances off me, enough to be seen again... as we once both saw each other.