On the rare occasions that my husband goes away for a few days, I connect the laptop to the TV and stereo and watch a playlist of favourite movies clips, sad commercials, and classical music. I cry like a 5 years old boy who’s kitten just got run over in front of him.
I have to be so strong for him and everyone around me, that I can’t cry in front of others.
I’ve been doing this for 0ver 10 years.