I'd like to give my thanks the 60 something old man in the white convertible who slowed down to ensure I'd hear him yell "You're STUPID" while I was crossing the street.
You were that final drop that let me cry it all out.
Cry about not being pregnant again, for the 13th month in a row of trying.
Cry about fucking every single thing up this morning at work and having my new boss ridicule & belittle me.
Cry about being settled for the first time in life and then the Gods shaking that up and telling me to move.
Cry because I've been wanting to for weeks, but all these other little cracks in the damn weren't enough to take it down...
until on an already disheartening day that began at 4am...again...you vocalized how I've been feeling about myself.