Ugh. It seems I fall into tears every single day now. Still, the trigger is always the same: someone else gets emotional, and I’m like a dry bit of brush catching fire from the superheated air.
There was one episode at work that which I was able to control, but I still felt the rage flash. Outside of work, happily, there are only a few people I have to deal with who have the emotional self control of a yappy dog. I need to find a way to avoid the yappy dogs.
Of course, Gary always displays every emotion, and then amplifies every emotion. Tears always flow around Gary, whether it’s a new argument or a new twist on old arguments.
I can’t really ask the rest of the world to stop expressing their emotions. All right. As of this moment I’m calling the ob-gyn Monday for some hormones.
———–Moments later:
I just announced my intention to Gary and he asked, “Why? You seem to be doing better.”