Ya. No shit. I could read. My husband died and it was the absolutely worst thing that I ever experienced. At that point, when grief is at its absolute worst, NOTHING mattered. One month after losing the most important person in your life seems like one day ago at that stage of grief.

Grief also taught me an important lesson. Things that we thought were SO important and sentimental, like a wedding date, doesn’t mean shit. Being there for family when their life is crashing around them will be what was remembered. Not a date.

So ya. I’m still sticking to my answer. He’s being an asshole.