I am so sorry for your loss, and your mistreatment.
Thank you. But that's OK, it was my wife who did that. I don't blame her for being upset. I was the one who had to tell her that her perfect first-born child was dead. That tore my heart out, I tell you. Marines call, have to talk to me, face-to-face. Drive 45 minutes back home from an aborted business trip in the rain to get the news. Tell my younger one when he gets home, then drive to my wife's work. Sit her on a couch and tell her he's gone. SCREAM, SCREAM, SCREAM ... Hard to cry when part of you dies.