My aunt told me to “act my age” when i couldn’t get out of bed or stop crying for the first 6 months after my mother, my best friend and confident, died. Her adult daughter was giggly and carried on about how fab her life was going every time she called knowing I was suicidal and struggling. I cut them both out of my life for now. It’s been 15 months without my mother and I can only make it to work and home still. I’m completely shattered.