"When we lost someone, we also lost the purpose in life, and to find our way back, we blame ourselves, because at least, we found a new meaning, and that is to hate ourselves."
Kendra's POV
I was utterly shocked by my husband's words. Killed? No! That isn't true, at least not in my eyes and especially not in Grandpa's eyes.
But I never wanted to invalidate his feelings so I let him release all the guilt he has in mind.
"I killed him, Kendra. I am the reason for Grandpa's death. Don't you hate me? Because I hate myself," he cried over my shoulder and I endured his body weight leaning on me.
My husband was grieving accompanied by guilt.
"Shh, that's not true, Johann," I said some comforting words.
"If I hadn't put the divorce idea in his mind, he would still be alive. He could have lived longer with us, but now…" he paused to cry, "He's gone now, Kendra."
I brushed his hair and patted his shoulder.