
Omg I'm really sorry for you poor soul js know that what u went through is not easy and js by reading your story i felt heartbroken, i really feel speechless I soemwhat wanna comfort you but idk how.
i just hope you feel better now being attached to the past isn't a bad thing you don't have to let go of the sweet memo you've had you just need to live with them and cherish them (sorry idk how to comfort you since i never had a mother)

I felt this, mom tried to move on and got a bf about 4-5 months after dad died. they're married now but the first few years were tough. I'm an only child too so I was extra lonely and even when I tried to open up to my friends I felt like none of them could ever understand me and what I went through.

yeah. in my case I also don't want anyone to think badly of my mom for her method of trying to move on and how quickly she jumped into a new relationship. All my friends just said that I should be more understanding and I should be happy for my mom for finding her own happiness. Like bruh I can be understanding but still hurt and betrayed, those aren't mutually exclusive. I know she loved my dad deeply and she was navigating grief her own way but it doesn't make it hurt any less.
This story really hits home with me, Cirrus' situation is so similar to what I went through when my mum died when I was 11. My dad got a new girlfriend only 3-4 months after. It was really rough for me, my mum was my best friend, I was her twin and when she died I felt this unbearable loneliness that everyone else around me was already moving on and it had only been such a short period of time. My brother was the only person who I felt could recognise how I was feeling, and I know he misses her just as much, but when my mum was alive we were always together, so I've always felt I was lonelier than my brother. I had friends at school but I felt like they stuck around out of pity because I got really strange around that time. My dad and I argued every day for hours straight, we just ended up lashing out at eachother all the time. And soon all my mum's stuff was being filtered out. Now 7 years have passed and we're moving, and it's the house ive lived in since I was 2, so 16 years I've lived here, my mum died in this house. And like cirrus and candy, I have my own dog who I love to bits, I don't know what I'd do without him and whenever I feel like there's something that could be wrong with him I ball my eyes out and beg my dad to get someone to look at it. Life is a lot better now and I warmed up to my dad's girlfriend when I was about 14-15 and I have a lot more friends, and I look a lot better. I'm happy now, and this is a bit of a rant and a yap so I don't expect someone to read all this, I just never really talk about it, and it's nice to see a character in the media who went through the same thing