a month ago I told my aunt has cancer to the stomach. And that is terminal. They gave him about six months. When you are given the news it is normal to cry. You are devastated and the stomach to stir you think about the fact of knowing how long your aunt is going to die, but I do not pass any of that. Or similar. With my aunt S not get along very well ... do not get along. Long ago, when I was younger, yes, it was a normal aunt, like the other aunts that come to see the house from time to time to talk to your mom or visit to talk to your abueliata and you have to salute by obligation not to challenge you ... The thing is I grew up and she got older, embittered and conservative - conventional - than it was before. Logically, the majority is wrong.
Hence we no longer carry. When my aunt
B entered my room one day in the morning crying and told me I would not mourn. I could not - because I tried (?) - Nor I was happy, I'm psychotic but never so much as to wish ill for a relative - however bad I fall - and instead of feeling anything was the protagonist. I felt or feel anything when I think about it, just imagine me in a white tile floor. Nothing more.
The point is that I never past that and it's weird, I feel bad for not feeling but I also feel that you feel would be way too hypocritical, after so many things. Assumed that the subject gave me the same thing, but really I think not. And that's the weird thing.
I do not understand at all.
