My lovely Ma
My grandmother died May 5 and was 95 year old. She was the spark in my life. I had such a connection to my grandmother that I could considered her my mother. Her daughter, my mother and I do not have a good relationship. My mother kicked me out twice and I grew up with my dad. However, I still went to visit and stayed with my grandmother. She use to help me with Math and we talked. I always enjoyed the time we had together.
Between the time, my grandmother passed and her funeral, my husband and I had two arguements. One over a gun and obtaining a conceil license. The other, he wanting to attend a bike meeting on the same day we planned to visit my grandmother sister (great aunt), which I did not know I had. I couldn't even get her in ground and had to deal with his foolishness. It is something that I did not need. All it did was get me angry.
After her death, I found out that she left me and her younger daughter in charge of her funeral. This was a honor but extream stress. I cried because I did not know where the money would come from but knew there had to be a funeral. Somehow, we made it happen and came up with the funds and the service was lovely. Naturally, with any funeral there is always family drama. Due to internal family drama, I did not allow a eulogy - it was written in the program. Due to this, her son created another program and handed it out during the service.
Now that my grandmother is in her final resting place, my husband and I are fighting. I told him that I respect him as a friend but finding it hard in heart to be with him sexually as my husband.
Right now he is so mad at me. Asking me if I want to have a divorce and got what I wanted.
I am so tired that I don't care anymore. I don't care if we are married or not. My only problem is we have a child.