Although I have taught death and dying, nothing prepared me for the death of my family. The family I had created and sustained for over 30 years, through everything, things I did not want to go through. The grief of the lost hope that my DH was not the untrustworthy (to put it mildly) person I had handed my heart to back in 1984. I could have taken anything, but to see him destroy the family life of all four of my children was worse than seeing a death. The kids live on and I watch them suffer, I grieve every family event that no longer exists. I built memorable Christmases, holidays, birthdays they could all remember with joy - and he was always gone and working and didn't need to be.
Then he crossed a boundary I told warned him clearly of, before I accepted an engagement ring from him : that because I had been sexually abused from the time I was 9 to 17, I would literally kill him if he ever touched my daughter who was 9 when we married. He promised me he never would. A small voice inside me had doubt, but I just thought I was imagining due to my abuse history.
I could have taken ANYTHING but for him to sexually abuse my daughter.
The grief of him destroying my family and knowing he did this to my daughter killed and still does kill me inside, deeply.
I have spent YEARS trying to control myself, controlling the anger. It killed my family completely.