Crying Business

It’s 8AM on a Saturday morning and I am crying. Tears are streaming down my face and my drippy nose is getting in the way of putting breakfast for my hubby on the table. The crazy thing was there really was no big reason to the drama (as my hubby annoyingly labeled my state of emotions). And what’s crazier than my crying was that I could not stop crying for very long. I silently scolded myself to stop crying and to realize the utter uselessness of drained emotions. But nagging thoughts entered my head and my eyes welled up again and again.