I'm not a chic who likes to admit having emotions. But I have them. But I wondered if everyone at National Airport thought I was a bit mean looking, trying to avoid watching my mom start sobbing as my sister and her held on to eachother. My sister started to tear to. Believe me I was on the verge. I just didn't think I would help my sister much by bawling, and I had already gotten a $40 ticket in the drop off zone. She was going off to South Africa for the next two years for a Peace Corps stint.
When I went to England to see two of my cousins wed, I bawled. My male cousins thought it was hysterical. I can't even remember why such grief came over me. Something about that wedding was awfully sad and touching. Watching my uncle escort his daughter, a harsh looking patriarch, with tears streaming down his face.
Also last year when my ex and I ended it for good, my friends told me I was holding up really well. What they didn't know was that most weekend morning I was sobbing into my pillow and whenever I found myself alone in my new apartment, not knowing what else to do, I would cry as well, that lasted for maybe 5 months.
1 comment:
Awwww, Naz, sweetie... :(
Hey, big girls can cry too... And living alone doesn't help with the lonliness (or working the MIDs shifts... those are the most depressing things ever)
And don't worry--- you'll see your sister real soon! :)
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