I got home today.
I had a lot of pent up emotional energy to release, and, after my friend gave me a ride home with a stop for groceries, I was able to let it out.
My neighbor brought my mail by. I invited him in, but he had things to do.
I put some things away. I shoveled my porch. I’ll be going to bed soon.
I used to be very ashamed of crying. I’d punish myself when I did it. But I feel so big that I can’t stop crying and still be myself. Ambrose helped me learn to accept that part of my nature.
Tomorrow is five months.