I don’t cry. No, really. When I had my miscarriage, I cried exactly twice — the day of the ultrasound, when we found out, and a brief jag when I passed the embryo. That was it. In between all of that was 3 weeks of cramping, bleeding, and sadness, but I never cried. I teared up at my wedding, but it was my sister and mother who really wept. I think Amy mayhave shed a few tears, and Dave welled up, but my mascara didn’t even run. I’m just not a crier.
So would someone PLEASE explain why I have spent the last half an hour blubbering uncontrollably at the new Jennifer Love Hewitt show, "Ghost Whisperer?’ I am deeply ashamed. Dave came up from the basement and before he even looked at me I called out "Yes! I am a weeping mess of JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT! There was this guy, in Vietnam, and he never knew his <sob> baby and now he does and <sob> I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M CRYING OVER JENNIFER FUCKING LOVE HEWITT! DON’T LAUGH AT ME! <soooobbbb>"
This is only going to get worse, isn’t it? Shit.
Ha! I have turned into my Mom, crying at EVERYthing! It does just get worse. (I was crying picking out Jack’s 1 year birthday card!)
-signed a former “non-cryer”
I know what you mean. I always prided myself on not crying. Now, guess what? Welcome to the club.
I think it’s cool!
You have, what, 30 years of build up. . let it FLOW!
I cried over rockstar INXS a few days ago. . .
It doesn’t go away.
I cried at the grocery store today when I brought my Dominicks saver’s card instead of my Jewel saver’s card.
You’ll get used to it! Its really not so bad.
Ditto all that. Crying, not just for parades anymore.