Sometimes I wonder what you think of me. Do you hate me? Do you call me names? Put me down? Laugh about me with your friends? Those thoughts hurt. I don't like to think those thoughts.
I often have to remind myself that it is none of my business what you think of me. It's simply not. Those are your thoughts and you have them for whatever reason and that is okay. We are both grieving and probably coping differently.
In a few months time I know I will just be a memory for you and you will just be a memory for me. I hope by then I still won't be just a bad after-taste.