At this point, it’s probably a defense mechanism. Can you imagine the kind of soul crushing realization it would be to accept that you’re responsible for your spouse’s death because you got way too deep into shit posting on Facebook? It’s way, way more comfortable to displace that blame and rationalize it away.
I sort of feel like the exceedingly casual posting on Facebook about this very world-wrenching moment in his life is proof enough for me that he’s made a few horcruxes in his time and has a maimed soul.
If I was in his shoes, those 3 words would be on loop in my head, and I’d be curled up in a foetal position bawling, insensate, forever. Like the end of a particularly disturbing Black Mirror ep.
At this point, it’s probably a defense mechanism. Can you imagine the kind of soul crushing realization it would be to accept that you’re responsible for your spouse’s death because you got way too deep into shit posting on Facebook? It’s way, way more comfortable to displace that blame and rationalize it away.
I sort of feel like the exceedingly casual posting on Facebook about this very world-wrenching moment in his life is proof enough for me that he’s made a few horcruxes in his time and has a maimed soul.
If I was in his shoes, those 3 words would be on loop in my head, and I’d be curled up in a foetal position bawling, insensate, forever. Like the end of a particularly disturbing Black Mirror ep.
If this is real, I would absolutely feel for him. She would be an adult, though, and capable of making her own decisions.
It’s far worse when it’s someone’s child.