There’s no crying in care giving! Didn’t anyone ever tell you that? ‘Cause let me tell you, there is no crying.
During The Weekend from H*** there were several times when I almost lost it. The problem is, if you start cyring, then the spouse with the chronic illness gets upset that their illness is making you cry. Then you end up lying and saying, “Oh, it’s okay. I’m fine, really.”
It happens all the time. I get the lump in my throat, I feel my eyes well up but I have to regain control of my emotions quickly. David’s in pain, and I can’t add to his stress. I’ve probably done it in front of you. Maybe you could tell. Maybe you couldn’t.
I had some friends try to tell me how to cry in the bathroom without David being able to tell, but, unfortunately, once I start, I’m not going to be able to stop for awhile. And David’s going to need me to help him with something or get him a glass of water.
Why don’t I ever cry when David’s at work?
Don’t worry. I do have outlets for my emotions. I try to pound them out when I’m exercising or playing the piano. I also appreciate it when friends and family just let me talk. Plus, there’s blogging. It’s very cathartic.
Oh, and David? My darling tech guy? If you’re reading this, don’t worry. I made it all up. I never get upset. I never want to cry. It’s okay. I’m fine, really.
Watch a sad movie. (A:) You can always blame your tears on it instead of him. (B:) You need that sort of release sometimes. You can take out your frustrated energies on productive tasks all you want. That does help. But sometimes a girls just gotta cry.
You know what? I could put on The Notebook. David will even watch that one with me. Good idea!
I like how that tech guy of yours made it to where your header periodically changes. Fun! : )
Thanks! David and Kyle are having too much fun with my blog. : )