How was I supposed to know...
When I lost my Grandma my heart was ripped out of my chest, I hit rock bottom and fell into depression again. My grief still destroys me now. You lose your Nan who I never even met in the two years we've been together, you never shared any memories you had. You acted completely fine when she passed away. But you expect me to know after the funeral and you acting normal that having a show off about food is because of today!? So I ask you to move and I will do it so you scream at me to FUCK OFF and slam a door in my face. Yet I'm the one apologising💔







