Truth

I have a friend that we'll call M.H. Her adult daughter died 7 years ago. I didn't know it until a long time later. I'm not sure how I missed it, but I did. One day not long ago I called her about something else and she asked me How are you? I told her the truth. That I'm miserable. That I'm absolutely miserable. I think she told me the truth, that it doesn't ever really get better. She said, "They lie." They lie, she said. "Oh, sometimes it doesn't cut as deep, but it hurts." I think she's the only person whose told me the truth.