Just Stop

Stop with the unsolicited parenting advice,

I’m grieving, not brain dead, so stop bouncing off your suggestions like a dice,

Stop telling me, I need to live for my son,

Like a brainless, bullet-less gun,

I was a wife first,

Before motherhood hit me headfirst,

I had to convince my husband, who was my first baby and life,

That I will always be his wife,

He was in constant competition with his son,

For my attention, time and activities filled with fun,

I know how to take care of my husband, son and myself,

So please keep your suggestions to yourself,

In my happiness lay theirs,

And in their sadness, I had an equal share,

I love my son, but the place my husband had in my life was irreplaceable,

So please, don’t tell me to shove memories of my dead husband to a corner of my brain that is untraceable,

That is ridiculously impossible,

Keep your foolish advices to yourself as far as possible.