Meltdown

It finally came. I knew I wasn't going to be OK forever, but I didn't think it would happen driving up the Bronx to get dinner. I was super tired by the time we left and felt miserable because I had to get out of my comfy pj's and into clothes that are too small and too tight. D got a text asking how I was and since he was driving he gave the phone to me to reply. Well, that did it. Not even on the BQE and I'm practically in tears over a stupid text.

I managed to not cry until we were up in the Bronx and I managed to not let him know I was crying until we parked. He asked if I was going to come in with him to order and I said "No." in a really tiny, sad voice. He asked if what was wrong and that was it. Full on sobbing. He calmed me down after a few minutes and went in to order, at which time I started again. I was OK by the time he got back until I realized he had gotten me a piece of chocolate cake for dessert to make me feel better. Queue the water works again. I cried all through dinner.

I was OK on the ride home and was going to take a bath to relax. He dropped me off so I didn't have to walk all the way up the street since there was no parking. I got into the apartment, took one look at the bed and my pj's, realized how tired I was and burst into tears again. I changed, got into bed, pulled the blankets over my head and sobbed.