Friday morning….
I am crying.
Quietly.
In public.
The kind of cry that only increases as you try to stop it. The runny nose, gulping kind. The ’tissue pressed to the eyes to stop the flow’ kind. Dare I say it’s bordering on….
The ugly cry.
Thank goodness the crying is silent at the moment. Onlookers have not identified me as the emotionally unglued woman I am.
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