Am I the only one who has a spouse who is an easy crier? Frequently when discussing serious, emotional, or stressful topics she’ll choke and tear up. She only does it with me, I think of it mainly as a positive expression and a stress reliever, so I don’t worry too much about it.
At work as a therapist, I make people cry all the time, it is listed on my job description.
The very last person I made cry was my best friend’s four month old, while trying to put her down so I could pee.
The last adult I made cry was a very good friend of mine at my wedding. I gave her my bouquet instead of tossing it (she’d just gotten engaged a few days before) and gave a little speech about how awesome she was.
The last person I made cry in anger was my little sister, during a fight I don’t remember the cause of, years ago. I felt so guilty-- she’s autistic, so her buttons are easy to push and I was a bitch for pushing them.
(Funny story about making people cry: This summer my best friend had a baby. It was 22 hours of difficult labor followed by an emergency c-section. There was a lot of crying that night, and a great deal of exhaustion. The following day I go to this drive through hot dog stand to get hot dogs for her and her husband. After my order I’m waiting in the car line and this country song called I Saw God Today, about having a baby, comes on the radio. I’m listening to the lyrics as I pull up to the window. The lady there asks, “You want any ketchup?” I burst into tears. She stares at me in horror. All I can get out is sobbing, “My best friend just had a baby and she needs hot dogs.” The woman wordlessly handed my my bag, took my money and didn’t make eye contact. I still get a giggle imagining her telling her family about the crazy crying lady when she got home.)
Heck, I’m in my mid-30s and still use this excuse.
Let’s see. I think the last person I made cry was about a year ago, an older returning student who was struggling through an Intro to Logic class for which I did student mentoring. She would work herself into a confused frenzy at every task, was very resentful of her perception of an age disparity between herself and the other students and me (despite the fact that there was a gentleman 20 years her senior also in class, and that I was younger by perhaps 5 years), and continually disrupted proceedings. She broke down in class a number of times-- not just crying but full on wailing and sobbing-- and had a full-on meltdown when I had to call campus security on her for threatening another student.
She’s the student that has made me seriously reconsider going into academia.
Tears of laughter, my friend- that is priceless! 
Illegal is too strong a word.
She’s on her way out…not running again. She gave her entire staff an average raise of 16%, some as high as 40% AND she added two bodies to her staff. Note that her budgeted salary increase was 3%. As an elected official she’s largely independent.
Except…when her budget has a shortfall the County is expected to make it up. We found out she was doing it and went to ask her about it. When asked how she planned to make up the balance she said she had a ‘secret’ fund to cover it. When we told her that didn’t exist (we know her budget and accounts going in) she started breaking down.
Really, her behavior was bizarre. And the County is refusing to cover the extra wages. Some of those staffers, even long times ones, are going to be out of a job.
I was going to say I never have, not to my knowledge, but I suppose I have made several children and grown adults cry their eyes out when I could not give them what they wanted as part of my job. I recall two in particular: one small boy who’d created a game account in his friend’s name and could not now regain access to it. His mother was quite upset, berating him for having set it up improperly, but the kid was about twelve. I was more annoyed with her than upset for the boy.
The one that made me feel quite bad, though, was a lady who’d had her account banned for use of hacking software. She was terribly confused and said she’d never used such a thing, but her daughter’s friends used the account once in a while because they couldn’t afford her own. Maybe one of them had installed something? She sounded terribly resigned when she heard the news that she probably wasn’t getting it back, though I did send her the address she could email to appeal. 
I do remember some ballistic tears of mine: when I was about six, I brought my violin to my first grade class for Show and Tell. I played Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and maybe something else, I forget. A little boy in the class came up to me and thanked me for bringing my violin, then kissed me on the cheek. I was so startled and confused I began to wail and cry. I still feel bad for ruining the little guy’s sweet gesture. Sometimes I wonder if I gave the poor kid a complex.
I made two, maybe three, women cry this month, one multiple times.
Thank you for the hot dog story! You made me cry with laughter.
Like most of the parents with small children, I make somebody cry almost every day. One of my kids is 2 so I’m usually only 2 or 3 hours away from making somebody cry, usually by insisting that it is time to come inside, my God that child loves “outside”
The last time I made an adult cry was probably my mom, cause I’m frequently telling her what a great job she did and how grateful I am to her and every so often it makes her well up.
I tell her that because A) it’s true and B) making up for being a snotty teenager (and older :() and making her cry .
Now that I’m a parent I know that no one will ever be able to hurt me the way my children (potentially) will.
the OP says cry, not cry out.
Cry with sadness - my 6 year old daughter, yesterday, when I gave her a timeout for yelling at me for telling her to turn off the TV and get dressed. She’s going through a “difficult” phase at the moment.
Cry with happiness - my wife, about a month ago, when I had a dozen roses delivered to her at work for our 10th anniversary. Didn’t witness it, but she told me she cried when she got them.
My father. I told him I didn’t love him out of anger.
My mother later told me that he cried when I left. I don’t understand why it bothers me so much that I hurt it, but it doesn’t phase him in the lease of all the times he hurt me.
Guess I have a conscience.
Actually this weekend I guess I made my 18yro cry. He and his female cousin have been best friends since birth. As is wont to happen, she’s now got a boyfriend who doesn’t want the third wheel. This led to some drama last week and when it because obvious there was something bothering him, we talked yesterday. He said something things he shouldn’t have said and is ashamed of himself (his brain to mouth filter has been faulty from inception).
Another time, it was my mere presence. My mother, in the last stages of lung cancer, kept asking me where Missy was. I reminded her that Missy died when she was 5 and I was 4, some 35 years ago. She went on and on. Finally I told her that I was there for her. She begins wailing ‘but I don’t want you, I want Missy.’ I know it was the cancer, but ugh…that was a couple of rough days until she moved onto something else. Everytime I walked in the room to feed her, she’d start wailing.
Last Thursday at work.
A colleague and close friend is dating a guy who is totally not right for her. He’s way too old for her, he’s been married & divorced (she’s never been married), different religions, etc. I told her that she needs to end the relationship sooner rather than later, because the longer it goes, the harder its inevitable end will be.
She said “But I love him so much” and started crying. I excused myself.
A couple of years ago, I wrote a feature on a high school softball team off to its best start in school history, after a dismal season the year before, which included an epic losing streak when they lost their starting pitcher. The crier was the replacement pitcher. Her dad made sure to call me up and describe in detail how I made his little girl cry.
Um, also a few years back, my girlfriend (now fiancee) laughed until she cried while we were, uh, getting busy. I’d rather not say any more about that one.
I don’t mean to be a dick, but why did you proffer an opinion?
She asked.
One NEVER answers those questions unless the answer is “Yes, you should keep on with the relationship,” or "No, because i just discovered that he is plotting to kill you, eat your flesh, and display your bones in the same trophy cabinet in which he keeps his first three wives’ skeletons.