12 weeks and 4 days ago, my precious little girl passed away.
On the day of her funeral, as my husband’s parents were leaving the house, they told my mother that they had been having trouble talking to their son for a while. It’s not that they literally don’t speak to him. They do. It’s more that their son has become difficult for them to deal with. He might ask them questions they don’t like answering.
During the funeral ceremony, I held my little girl in my arms for the first and last time. My mother overheard my father-in-law saying that it was all a circus.
Some time later, my sister told me that perhaps God was punishing me because, in her opinion, I had turned my back on Him. She repeated this three times, so it can’t have been a simple misunderstanding.
Yesterday, I had a conversation with my mother, and she told me she felt uncomfortable because I hadn’t allowed my sister-in-law and her husband (my sister-in-law being my husband’s sister) to bring plastic wreaths to my daughter’s grave.
I had asked people not to bring them. At least, I had told my own relatives. Apparently, my husband forgot to tell his family, but that’s okay. When I told them not to bring the wreaths, they respected my wishes and didn’t bring them.
My mother thought I had handled the situation badly and that I should have accepted the wreaths and then taken them somewhere else afterward. Basically, I was expected to make things convenient for everyone else.
The people who helped us organize the funeral went to a church and asked whether my daughter could be brought inside. They were told no. A long time after the funeral, my sister went to another church, where she was told that a child could be brought inside. She then started implying that the people who had helped us organize the funeral hadn’t done enough or hadn’t handled things properly, even though they were the only ones who stepped forward to help us. Everyone else stood aside, yet somehow still found things to judge us for.
And there are so many other things that have happened.
I honestly feel like I’m losing my mind. I don’t know what to think or what to do anymore. And most importantly, I don’t understand why people behave this way toward us, parents who are going through such a devastating loss.
P.S. English isn’t my first language, so I hope I’ve been able to explain the situation clearly and get the context across.