And some of you may be thinking, so what? But, here's a fact you may not know about me: I am not a crier. I used to be. I used to cry, as they say, "at the drop of a hat". I was not shy about expressing my emotions. I would cry when I was happy, I would cry when I was sad, I would cry when I was angry, and I would cry because I couldn't find my shoes.
But somewhere along the line, the tears dried up. This happened for a lot of reasons, I guess. I stopped crying because big girls don't cry. I stopped crying because it didn't do any good anyway. I stopped crying because I didn't want to appear weak. I stopped crying because I was afraid that if I did cry, the fragile house of cards upon which I perched would collapse. But most of all, I knew that if I started crying, I wouldn't be able to stop.
I hope I wasn't right.