I am not a crier, many of you already know this. I have never been an overly emotional girl, I grew up the oldest with two younger brothers.
Being girly hasn’t ever been my thing. I preferred to play in the mud and fist fight. I have been known to cry at some funerals, during a breakup and if I really hurt myself (aka need stitches).
Crying during a sad move, when someone hurts my feelings or when I am having a bad day just doesn’t happen in my house. N says I should cry more but I can’t I usually go straight to mad, I skip the sad stage all together.
So, you can imagine my surprise when I cried at the end of a Texas football movie and again when N said it would be fun if my boobs were bigger. Something insane is going on with me, I am emotional!
Help, my eyes are leaking and I don’t understand.
Oh, don’t go getting mad about N wanting bigger boobs N’s boob comment, it’s not his fault. I have boob insecurities and brought it up he was just remarking that it would be fun but that he likes them the way they are. Then my mind went from small boobs to he is going to leave me once we move to Indiana and I’ll be stranded and all alone. You know the typical emotional woman thought process… it is just so unlike me.