“Sarah I don’t know what to do! It’s been 4 days and he hardly talks or even looks at me.”
“Babes, we all deal with grief differently. He is probably still processing. Have you tried talking to him?”
“No. I mean he hardly gives me a chance, he comes home late, eats, asks how my day was then showers and heads then bed. He gets up earlier than normal for work too. So I haven’t even had the chance. It’s not like we are fighting, he is just a shadow of himself, even yesterday I thought we could have talked, but he left early and said his dad needed his help all day in the garden.”
I was talking to Sarah on the phone as I had just pulled into the driveway. I could see Cody was finally home, but I didn’t want to have this conversation in front of him. It was like he couldn’t look at me since
