Woman lectures me about being single, at my girlfriends funeral

I was about 27 when it happened. It was the most horrific event that ever happened in my life. My girlfriend was about a month from popping. I never found out the sex of the baby cause she wanted it to be a surprise. My girlfriend went into labor a couple days before her due date. I rushed her to the hospital.<br><br>The doctors told us that there were complications and that she needed an emergency cesarean. I was devastated and heartbroken as I watched the staff wheeled her into the operation room. I waited for what seemed like an eternity before the doctor came out. When he did, I knew something was wrong. <br><br>The doctor had this grim look on his face. He told me that she had died during childbirth. I remember getting angry. "What do you mean she died!?" I remember saying. The doctor told me that she had something called placenta previa. I didn't even know what that was. I'm just thankful they were able to save the baby. <br><br>Needless to say, I was inconsolable. My family tried to help me through the grieving process, but it wasn't the same. It seemed as if my mother kept pushing me to get back out there. She'd say things like "there are plenty of other women out there, don't settle on just one." Or "your not gonna find another if you don't get off your but." It got on my nerves so bad, but I knew she was just trying to help.<br><br>Well, the day of the funeral came. It was raining heavily that day. The only family my girlfriend had was her father. He hated me. He blamed me for her death. I tried talking to him at the funeral, but he wouldn't even look at me. <br><br>As I sat there surrounded by friends, family, and her father. I noticed a woman maybe around her late 30s sitting next to me. She was dressed in black like the rest of us, but something about her seemed off. Her makeup was done up, and her black dress looked more like it was for a night out at the club. <br><br>After the funeral, we all walked to our vehicles to head to the cemetery. I was in shock. It felt like I was dreaming. The whole thing felt like it wasn't real. My mother walked me to my car, I remember her talking to me, but I don't know what she said. <br><br>Once I got into my car, I just broke down. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, my body was shaking, I wailed in anger. I kept telling myself it was all just a dream. That it wasn't real. It wasn't real. It wasn't real. That's what kept going through my mind as I just sat there crying. <br><br>A couple of minutes had passed, I composed myself and decided to start the car and head to the cemetery. When I looked through my rear view mirror to back out, is when I noticed her. The same lady that was sitting next to me at the funeral was standing behind my car. I couldn't see her face, but I remember her wearing those black high heel boots. I looked at her through my back window and waived at her to move. She didn't budge.<br><br>There was a woman standing beside her though. The woman had a kind face. Older in age, gray hair. She walked up to my window and tapped on it. I rolled it down and she asked me if I was okay. I told her I was. She asked why I was crying. I told her it was nothing. <br><br>Then, the lady with black boots walks up. I can see her face now. She was older than I thought. Probably in her 40s. Botox face. Big busted. She looked like she just stepped out of a plastic surgery clinic. <br><br>"Oh poor baby. Did you know my daughter passed away about a year ago? I know how you feel." She said. <br><br>"No, I'm sorry to hear that. But my baby was still born." I replied <br><br>"Ah. Well, do you have a mother?" She asked. <br><br>"Yes, of course I do." I replied<br><br>"Well, then you know how I feel." She said<br><br>I didn't say anything. I just looked at her. I was taken back. I couldn't believe this woman was comparing her loss to mine. I never said anything though. The older lady noticed my anger and placed her hand on my arm. <br><br>"You know, you should get out more." The woman in black said. "There are plenty of other women out there. Your not gonna find another if you don't get off your but." <br><br>I remember feeling like I was in a daze. I don't know if it was the grief or what. But something about her words seemed all too familiar. It was like I had heard them somewhere before. I just looked at her, and she smiled and walked away. The older lady patted my arm and said "you'll be okay. Just focus on the baby." And then she walked away as well. <br><br>I never did get to visit her headstone that day. I just sat there until most of the cars had left. I never saw either of the women again. It was as if they never existed. I sometimes think maybe it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. Maybe I really was in a daze. But if I had to take a guess, I'd say she was just another self absorbed woman who needed to validate her own loss. <br><br>&#x200B;