In March of this year my husband and I lived through our worst nightmare. His parents had both contracted COVID-19. In the instant that we found out we were both filled with fear and anger. Fear because we felt helpless as we were both miles away and anger because they contracted it from letting their guard down.
We were also angry because we both had gone through a brutal 24-hour car journey to spend Christmas with them that involved holding in our urge to urinate so we wouldn’t make too many unnecessary stops, cycling through the snow to run errands prior to leaving as opposed me taking any form of public transport and of course undergoing mandatory COVID-19 testing to ensure we weren’t carriers. There was an unhealthy mix of negative emotions coupled with the reality that they were already feeling guilt.
