The hurdles I had to get over with my crying was my husband and my son.  I  didn’t care about anyone else but them.  Whenever I had to speak to my son I cried.

How can I cry to speak to my own child.  That was very hard for me.  Extremely hard.  He would always say I understand you cry when you say something to anybody not only me but he didn’t understand that I didn’t want to cry when I spoke to him he was my child from birth.
Where my other hurdle came in after my mini stroke was with my husband, how can I cry with my husband. I was married to him for 14 years and I couldn’t explain to him good enough what I was actually crying about. 

I would take him to work and pick him up.  Sometimes
I would cry and sometimes not.  If he only said hello when he got into the car, I would cry. 

He really didn’t understand it.  He would tell me to stop crying all the time, but of course I could not until I was actually finished crying.  It is and was a nightmare.


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