Did you even read my emails

I understand it’s too stressful you are too depressed you are grieving so much so that you can’t address my emails You cannot let me ask questions you cannot answer questions you get defensive you tell me it’s just not appropriate to ask you anything but when it comes to your questions about me you somehow find the energy to engage to ask me to get so involved with your jealousy in your hate and rage that you forget your grieving forget you were so sad you forget how it was when I was asking you questions