Read It And Weep

I cried last night for two hours over something I wasn't really all that upset about. We were supposed to go to a party when, at the last minute, my husband said he didn't want to attend. This sent me spiraling downward in much the same way a toddler becomes inconsolable when his peas touch his mashed potatoes.

I felt bad for my husband. Good men don't like to see their wives cry especially when they are not even sure why it's happening. He had the same look of bewilderment, panic and fear that a good woman gets when she overflows a toilet at her favorite restaurant.

I've had a rough couple of weeks, ending with a 14-day bout with the flu. Emotionally, I'm run down. But, I am also one of those people who is brave is the face of adversity and then falls apart once the situation is back to normal. Many women admittedly cry during PMS. I'm more inclined to fall apart because of PTS or Post Traumatic Stress.

It's happened to me in the past. I remember once, after a particularly bad month, weeping on the boardwalk in Ocean City, New Jersey, because my piece of pizza wasn't very good. Another time, I burst into tears at a Waffle House when the waitress gave me sausage instead of bacon.

I may sound crazy but, trust me when I tell you I'm the person you want around during a crisis. I'm just not the person you want to be around once the crisis has abated. But, it you are in my presence, just make sure you have lots of tissues and a previously opened bottle of red wine nearby.