My brother committed suicide on Tuesday April 24, 2018. By the end of that Thursday (26th), my husband felt I should be over it, by that Saturday he was calling me a cry baby and telling me that my brother’s death has done nothing but inconvenience him and I need to get over it already. His youngest boy died in an accident in 2010, then his mother passed in 2012. I went above and beyond to ensure the family (including his ex-wife) made it through. I called all of them daily, made home cooked meals and made sure everyone was eating, and whatever other support I could offer. When I stated that, my husband barked at me, “I never asked you to do anything”. Part of my soul left with my brother and not being able to grieve and not be chastised is ripping me apart.