Itβs been the months since my dad passed away. Everyone I met keeps telling me how amazing and great he was and that he helped so many people. The truth is, once he came back home and was away from the world out there he was a monster. The only memories I have are of him always swearing me and shouting. From the moment I was born until the las time I spoke to him just before he died. He was a horrible man and I have to pretend to everyone that he was some angel. Heβs dead, Iβm happy that heβs dead, my brother is happy that heβs dead, I now live a much more peaceful and happier life.
Thatβs completely okay. You donβt have to tell strangers/other people about anything. You just nod at them. Keep all things in your mind. They donβt have to know. Now that heβs dead he has become a memory you canβt do anything about it