I had just finished telling my MIL earlier in the week how I'm no longer a crier. She even commented on how she's noticed. Years ago I would have considered myself up for an Olympic medal if there was an event for emotional crying. But somehow through the years, it just stopped. Unless of course, I'm watching a movie and something sappy comes up or I'm watching a Hallmark commercial (do those even exist anymore?). Fiction makes me cry. I think I developed this as a self-preservation method because I don't care any less, but I usually don't have a need to turn on the water works. It usually just gets in my way and makes me think less clearly.
Till this weekend. I think it was a compilation of all the events, not being home, how tired I've been and just good old emotional overload and trying to be logical about work stuff. It didn't mix and it didn't compute. And my head exploded.
It looked like this, except cerebral matter instead of soda.