So many things I could have pick from today to cry about. I didn’t.
Strong girls keep their shit in these types of situations. We’re the ones who comfort and organize others. We aren’t managed, we manage others. No situation brings us down. Tough girls have jobs to do and breaking down only adds to the problems at hand.
So we wait, we do our jobs, we handle our business, we never let others down, we keep moving , we support, we take control, we keep a brave face, and most of all we don’t fall apart.
I will never complain about being a tough girl and taking care of those I love when they need me to be strong for them. I will never show them how much I hurt because my pain would bring them to their knees. My brave face keeps them the beautiful confident men they are. My smile lets them know it’s all going to be okay. If it falls, we all fall. So I wait.
I wait until I’m alone. I sit here writing in the dark and wonder what the coming weeks will bring and I’m not afraid. I didn’t lie, but I can’t help the tears that drip onto this old t-shirt as I finally let go, weak for just a moment.