On Trolls: Things I Do Not Understand

Why are there are people in this world who will not be happy unless I am unhappy? They want me to spend my days crying, not smiling. If I post pictures of myself smiling, they send me hateful messages.

Why do you want someone to be in pain every moment of the day? Why do you get to decide my timeline for grieving? Why do you get to presume to know my grief from a snapshot in time? Why does my grief have more of less meaning based on the presence of a wedding ring on my finger? A smile on my face? A life lived? 

You do not live in my heart or my home. You do not know me. You assume.

Fuck you.