I’ve had my share over the last six weeks, and mostly over this last two.
Reading TokyoPlayer’s thread gave me the most worthy tears I’ve had in a while.
But the most recent were when watching the latest episode of Bones, of all things. I’m not usually a cryer-at-television, but (SPOLERS AHOY!) there was a baby-switch plot, and when the toddler was taken by the FBI agent from the not-the-mama, the toddler’s tears were real (probably in response to a toy off camera being taken away), and the actress playing the adult role nailed it in terms of her panic and loss and pain, and I just lost it. I lost it for the reasons the writers meant (this horrid woman got her comeuppance) but more for reasons they didn’t mean (this baby was literally ripped from the arms of the only mother he had ever known and being given to a stranger - his biological father. Yeah, she was a murderer and not a nice woman, but she was still Mommy, you know?) I was well into panic attack mode before my husband helped me to calm down. Weird.
January 2002, when my wife and I decided to get a divorce. It was not because I was sad about the divorce, but because my son and I were really close and I realized I would not be tucking him in every night.
Every time I realize I’m incredibly inept at that whole ‘life’ thing.
Last time was two days ago.
Just a few days ago, listening to Maritimes “We the Vehicles”, which officially labels me as an emo whore, because while that album has the most emo-ish poignant hooks, they aren’t really the best. I was sober too, which makes it different from when I cry when listening to The Promise Ring’s 30○ Everywhere.
In July, when I was on the deck of a US naval ship, being evacuated from Beirut, watching my home disappear behind the stern of the ship, not knowing if I would ever be able to return.