Most of the time we speak of grief — when we do speak of it, that is! — we refer to the person who died as the 'loved one'. We assume the relationship was one of love, and that the person left behind is saddened by the loss of that relationship. But sometimes the relationship was not a loving one. Sometimes it was even toxic. What is it like if your 'Loved One' was not someone you think of with love? What if a central figure in your life was not necessarily a loving figure?