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“If you’re going to cry,” they said, “only do it in the shower.”
This was a recurring piece of advice given to me after my husband moved out. But I had a major problem with it: If I hid my tears from my three children, and limited my crying only to my time in the shower, my skin would be perma-pruned. Why? Because I’m the Varsity Team Captain of Crying. I wept my way through 99% of last year.
I was crying because I had found myself in an unexpected divorce and a single (and scared) mother of three. Shortly after I turned 40, I discovered my husband’s double life. To say is was heartbreaking grossly minimizes the entire soul crushing, the-world-is-upside-down-experience. He couldn’t deny it, I had found too much evidence. So, he finally confessed, disclosed more stomach-lurching details, and moved out three days later. Overnight, our happy family of 5 was forever changed.
With three shocked and confused tween/teens watching, …………