I get it, it is a tough subject. I’ll tell you though, it’s tougher to be experiencing grief alone.
I’m a people-pleaser at heart, wanting to be liked AND respected, used to being ‘the good girl’ comfortable with connection over criticism (most of the time). 2018 gifted me a great reminder: despite your actions, and despite your intentions if people disagree with your choices they will make up their own version of the truth anyway (which may or may not be rooted in fact).
My head knows the deal, my head knows the score, so why is it sometimes so tough?