My name is Deb and I am a crybaby.
Sad. Of course. I’m going to cry.
Happy. Yep, I cry.
Sappy Hallmark movies or commercials. Blubbering idiot.
I don’t mind those times so much. But when I’m really angry? Geez, I hate when I feel the tears welling up. I just think I’m so weak when that happens.
Today it was frustration that set me off. Driving in an unfamiliar area, bad directions, a little stress. And there they were— the tears. And I snapped at my husband.
But when I apologized and blamed the frustration for snapping and the tears, he said, “We’ve been together over 40 years. You think I don’t know what causes those tears?”
And then he shut up. Because that’s for the best.
Awe, what a sweet husband! Those tears might go a bit with the name, as I can relate to a few of those tearful moments.
ReplyDeleteThat is why you have been together for over 40 years! There are lots of us who cry at the drop of a hat, but not everyone has a supportive partner!
ReplyDeleteHurray for cryers and hurray for people who love and accept cryers for exactly who they are. Sounds like you've got a keeper, Deb!
ReplyDeleteAs a fellow cryer, I feel this! The angry tears are my least favorite too.
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