Right now my grief is about death, but it is (somewhat understandably) all mixed up with ends of relationships.
I didn’t really realize how thoroughly the two things had become conflated until I saw a post from Amanda Palmer on my dashboard and literally started to tear up thinking how I would feel if I heard she and Neil Gaiman were breaking up.
That’s right. I don’t actually know them and they are not actually breaking up, but just thinking that it MIGHT happen someday was enough to send me right over the edge.
Grief is a total asshole.