I just can’t wrap my head around the relationship. Every time I see Saff I want to hold her tight and cry with her into a face mask and bottle of wine, Talk about how evil the world can be (my daughter passed away to) - But also remind her we’re bad a$$ and we’re strong, We can go on and live our lives with our beautiful children watching down on us and remind her it’s ok to grieve IN HER OWN WAY, however she wants to.
I guess I can see it from a different aspect as my husband was always so supportive of me. When our living daughter nearly died we stayed in NICU for days on end, he never left our sides. I’d just given birth to, he was literally showering me washing me, helping me change my pads popping my aloe Vera on my pads, dressing me. I can’t comprehend how lucky I was. Even without all that, he was just there for me to touch, he was by my side. Being alone in such a dark time is really really not nice. I pray for Saff everyday what a beautiful precious kind woman she is, Right now she’s just embedded in her grief and that’s ok. When she gets passed this as much as she can, (Azaylia will never be forgotten) I think she’ll see right through Ashley!