Since I was a child, every thing that upset me would bring tears, heavy flowing tears, to my eyes. I would cry for hours, balling my full head off. This even carried into my marriage, where I would cry every time something upset me.
But not tonight.
Dave and I are both under tremendous amounts of stress from various things going on in our lives right now. Despite the fact that he talks to me in a condescending way every day, despite the fact that what he thinks is just playful teasing really feels like a knife through my heart, I will not cry about it this time. Despite the fact that what he said over dinner tonight, even what he said about the pie that I finally made for him, hurt me so much, I will not cry.