Cheater
As I packed up our home, box by box I stayed calm. I never felt antsy. I never cried. I didn't even feel particularly stressed out. As I spent a sunny day and late night with my best friends, ladies I would no longer have at my fingertips, my eyes stayed dry and I felt at ease. Even as we pulled away and headed north to our next chapter, not a single tear fell. I kept telling my husband, I feel like I'm cheating. Normally I would be crying. Normally I would be stressing. Normally I would be a hot steaming mess of emotions. But I wasn’t. Rewind about two months prior. The scene around me was entirely different. Nothing particularly stressful would happen, but yet I would be tight chested, explosive, consumed by this panicky feeling. I was STILL crying at the drop of a hat, very frequently, even though Dad had been gone for nine months by then. Physically I felt exhausted, desp...