Three years

My grandfather passed away three years ago today. It’s been so long but doesn’t feel like it. I woke up feeling upset, but as per usual Sean was bitching and whining over something minor, such as not being able to enter his bank account password correctly. He blows up over stupid little things like that. I got sick of his grouchiness and just told him to not talk to me today if he was going to be like this. I reminded him what day it is and he’s shut up.

Some people need to realise there’s more important things in this world than a stupid password. My grandfather, who raised me along with my grandmother died three years ago and my husband would rather care about a password. He’s always forgetting things and I feel the brunt of it. He doesn’t react like any regular person would, he goes off on one, he shouts and sometimes breaks things or rips his own clothes in rage. I want him to stop this, but he won’t do anything about it. I know he would never hurt me physically, but he damages things and it’s not acceptable. He gets so blown up and angry over tiny little things it’s unreal. He says he is “frustrated”, but that’s always the excuse. I don’t know whether it’s to do with his disability or not. I’m sure several people with Cerebral Palsy don’t go into rages like he does. I wish he’d get some help for it because I just can’t handle his mood.

Anyway, I’m going to get some breakfast and possibly go back to the bedroom and have a lie down and mull over my grandfather. May he rest in peace. My sisters are possibly coming over later, at least they will understand how I feel.