Guys and crying....
Discussion
Anyone who cries is a mental. There are only two times when a man should cry.
1) When either of his parents die.
2) With relief when his divorce comes through.
When the first child is born? Another sugar in your tea and a rapid stirring.
When a wife or child dies if you were fond of them? A momentary strong grip of the towel rail with the door closed.
1) When either of his parents die.
2) With relief when his divorce comes through.
When the first child is born? Another sugar in your tea and a rapid stirring.
When a wife or child dies if you were fond of them? A momentary strong grip of the towel rail with the door closed.
shamelessly nicked from V8S!
Mobsta said:
I've been told by women I know well and women I don't, that I'm generally speaking attractive to women.
Why hide what is there, let it out like a man. And be done with it.
Ahhh that swhy I never pull Great I thought it was because I was ugly Why hide what is there, let it out like a man. And be done with it.
I have had great pets die, there was nothing to hide I never felt like crying.
We are all different.
The OH of fourteen years told me a couple of months ago she was leaving me. I've had some moments of absolute debilitating crying since then and still sometimes stop during the day for a sob.
She's coming back tomorrow and Friday to clear her stuff out of our home. I predict many more tears to come.
I'm not ready to MTFU just yet, I'm still going through the grieving process and it don't half suck.
She's coming back tomorrow and Friday to clear her stuff out of our home. I predict many more tears to come.
I'm not ready to MTFU just yet, I'm still going through the grieving process and it don't half suck.
redtwin said:
What are the rules on smiling?.
It's an emotional response, no rules apply.
Exactly that.It's an emotional response, no rules apply.
If I'm happy, I'll express it. Likewise if I'm angry, frustrated, distressed, excited or find something funny I'll laugh. Being upset or moved to tears is just another thing to express. As is being completely indifferent upon hearing of a relative's death. That one concerns people far more than any "inappropriate" crying. The deaths of pets have upset me more than the deaths of people I've known and the death of one parent will be marked by a wave of relief and possible jubilation.
But then I don't particularly care what others may think of me as a result of my emotional state at any point in time as they're not me reacting to whatever event has caused that particular state at that point in time.
Edited by Zwoelf on Wednesday 3rd August 23:45
GKP said:
The OH of fourteen years told me a couple of months ago she was leaving me. I've had some moments of absolute debilitating crying since then and still sometimes stop during the day for a sob.
She's coming back tomorrow and Friday to clear her stuff out of our home. I predict many more tears to come.
I'm not ready to MTFU just yet, I'm still going through the grieving process and it don't half suck.
Terrible news mate, all the best to you. My partner of just 3 years told me not too long ago that we were over and done with, and I have to say it did tear me to shreds. We've since met and talked maturely for a change and are making an attempt at patching things up, but I can honestly say the feeling is one I don't want to go through again. I really do feel for you in your position. Is there nothing that can be done to resurrect things?She's coming back tomorrow and Friday to clear her stuff out of our home. I predict many more tears to come.
I'm not ready to MTFU just yet, I'm still going through the grieving process and it don't half suck.
Rollcage said:
Anyone who cries is a mental. There are only two times when a man should cry.
1) When either of his parents die.
2) With relief when his divorce comes through.
When the first child is born? Another sugar in your tea and a rapid stirring.
When a wife or child dies if you were fond of them? A momentary strong grip of the towel rail with the door closed.
nicked from WHO? 1) When either of his parents die.
2) With relief when his divorce comes through.
When the first child is born? Another sugar in your tea and a rapid stirring.
When a wife or child dies if you were fond of them? A momentary strong grip of the towel rail with the door closed.
shamelessly nicked from V8S!
I've had quite a few clients break down in tears, either on me or on the phone, in the last decade. I think two things are at play, possibly... 1) being a vaguely good listener, and 2) the other person having tried to bottle up something all their long life.
A psychologist will prove I'm wrong, it's probably just the alfalfa sprouts they have been eating!!?
GKP said:
The OH of fourteen years told me a couple of months ago she was leaving me. I've had some moments of absolute debilitating crying since then and still sometimes stop during the day for a sob.
She's coming back tomorrow and Friday to clear her stuff out of our home. I predict many more tears to come.
I'm not ready to MTFU just yet, I'm still going through the grieving process and it don't half suck.
Do you need any tips to help you through it? Im sure this place could come up with a few distractions for you. She's coming back tomorrow and Friday to clear her stuff out of our home. I predict many more tears to come.
I'm not ready to MTFU just yet, I'm still going through the grieving process and it don't half suck.
I cried the day my lass was diagnosed with cancer. Actually I cried with relief because I knew what we were dealing with then.
and more the day she went for her first radio therapy session which was complete and utter claustraphibic hell and something I would not wish on anyone...
and the day after when they said to me she had twenty minutes to live and I was three hours away
and even more the day I madem my vows in hospital when we married...
and at witnessing her courage when she shrugged her shoulders and said wasn't bothered when she was told she was going to die in days...
and the first thing she did was thank her consultant for his extraordinary efforts and comment that other people died much younger than her so she was lucky...
and yet more at 4am in the morning the morning I realised she could bleed to death in arms and there was nothing anyone could do and if I was the only one there I would be the one injecting her with an enormous dose of sedative...
and the evening of the day we went to the hospice when I knew she was in the perfect place...
and of happiness when the first person from PH said they were coming to the hospice...
and at her almost superhuman strength and courage for getting into a car, having just collapsed a few moments before...
and with intense frustration at stupid people doing dumb things...
But I did not cry in the four days wwiting for the end to come and when she stopped breathing, I cried tears of relief that for us both, it was over.
Yes I cried an ocean of tears this last year. And I wasn't alone. And of all the processes I know for emptying yourself of emotion, for then being in a position when you can then function again processing very hard relentless reality... it, along with processing anger is one of the most powerful ways to disipate acute high levels of stress.
Highly recommemed actually. But often, solitary and in the dark recesses of 4am mornings alone is the only way to do it because there is nothing that other people can say or do, that would make the slightest difference or offer any consolation. And truth be said, more often than not, it makes the person witnessing it feel completely useless. then not only do you have to you have to deal with your grief, you end up worrying about them to.
and more the day she went for her first radio therapy session which was complete and utter claustraphibic hell and something I would not wish on anyone...
and the day after when they said to me she had twenty minutes to live and I was three hours away
and even more the day I madem my vows in hospital when we married...
and at witnessing her courage when she shrugged her shoulders and said wasn't bothered when she was told she was going to die in days...
and the first thing she did was thank her consultant for his extraordinary efforts and comment that other people died much younger than her so she was lucky...
and yet more at 4am in the morning the morning I realised she could bleed to death in arms and there was nothing anyone could do and if I was the only one there I would be the one injecting her with an enormous dose of sedative...
and the evening of the day we went to the hospice when I knew she was in the perfect place...
and of happiness when the first person from PH said they were coming to the hospice...
and at her almost superhuman strength and courage for getting into a car, having just collapsed a few moments before...
and with intense frustration at stupid people doing dumb things...
But I did not cry in the four days wwiting for the end to come and when she stopped breathing, I cried tears of relief that for us both, it was over.
Yes I cried an ocean of tears this last year. And I wasn't alone. And of all the processes I know for emptying yourself of emotion, for then being in a position when you can then function again processing very hard relentless reality... it, along with processing anger is one of the most powerful ways to disipate acute high levels of stress.
Highly recommemed actually. But often, solitary and in the dark recesses of 4am mornings alone is the only way to do it because there is nothing that other people can say or do, that would make the slightest difference or offer any consolation. And truth be said, more often than not, it makes the person witnessing it feel completely useless. then not only do you have to you have to deal with your grief, you end up worrying about them to.
Pesty said:
Ahhh that swhy I never pull Great I thought it was because I was ugly
I have had great pets die, there was nothing to hide I never felt like crying.
We are all different.
Hmmm. It's a thread to itself. Let a few tears and sobs come to pass, perhaps like the Marlborough man did when he was diagnosed with lung cancer, you wont go astray. Blubber like Gordon brown did when bullied in the playground as a tubby child, now that's another story. I have had great pets die, there was nothing to hide I never felt like crying.
We are all different.
If I did sob a little and a GF said it was horrible, stop stop(!!) I wouldn't be impressed. Never cried in front of a girl who had no spine, but I do vaguely remember dating a girl who said the sight of a man showing any kind of real emotionsickened and frightened her... And to that sentiment I'd add... Go fish elsewhere.
drivin_me_nuts said:
I cried the day my lass was diagnosed with cancer. Actually I cried with relief because I knew what we were dealing with then.
and more the day she went for her first radio therapy session which was complete and utter claustraphibic hell and something I would not wish on anyone...
and the day after when they said to me she had twenty minutes to live and I was three hours away
and even more the day I madem my vows in hospital when we married...
and at witnessing her courage when she shrugged her shoulders and said wasn't bothered when she was told she was going to die in days...
and the first thing she did was thank her consultant for his extraordinary efforts and comment that other people died much younger than her so she was lucky...
and yet more at 4am in the morning the morning I realised she could bleed to death in arms and there was nothing anyone could do and if I was the only one there I would be the one injecting her with an enormous dose of sedative...
and the evening of the day we went to the hospice when I knew she was in the perfect place...
and of happiness when the first person from PH said they were coming to the hospice...
and at her almost superhuman strength and courage for getting into a car, having just collapsed a few moments before...
and with intense frustration at stupid people doing dumb things...
But I did not cry in the four days wwiting for the end to come and when she stopped breathing, I cried tears of relief that for us both, it was over.
Yes I cried an ocean of tears this last year. And I wasn't alone. And of all the processes I know for emptying yourself of emotion, for then being in a position when you can then function again processing very hard relentless reality... it, along with processing anger is one of the most powerful ways to disipate acute high levels of stress.
Highly recommemed actually. But often, solitary and in the dark recesses of 4am mornings alone is the only way to do it because there is nothing that other people can say or do, that would make the slightest difference or offer any consolation. And truth be said, more often than not, it makes the person witnessing it feel completely useless. then not only do you have to you have to deal with your grief, you end up worrying about them to.
Your posts always life into perspective. You are an incredibly brave person.and more the day she went for her first radio therapy session which was complete and utter claustraphibic hell and something I would not wish on anyone...
and the day after when they said to me she had twenty minutes to live and I was three hours away
and even more the day I madem my vows in hospital when we married...
and at witnessing her courage when she shrugged her shoulders and said wasn't bothered when she was told she was going to die in days...
and the first thing she did was thank her consultant for his extraordinary efforts and comment that other people died much younger than her so she was lucky...
and yet more at 4am in the morning the morning I realised she could bleed to death in arms and there was nothing anyone could do and if I was the only one there I would be the one injecting her with an enormous dose of sedative...
and the evening of the day we went to the hospice when I knew she was in the perfect place...
and of happiness when the first person from PH said they were coming to the hospice...
and at her almost superhuman strength and courage for getting into a car, having just collapsed a few moments before...
and with intense frustration at stupid people doing dumb things...
But I did not cry in the four days wwiting for the end to come and when she stopped breathing, I cried tears of relief that for us both, it was over.
Yes I cried an ocean of tears this last year. And I wasn't alone. And of all the processes I know for emptying yourself of emotion, for then being in a position when you can then function again processing very hard relentless reality... it, along with processing anger is one of the most powerful ways to disipate acute high levels of stress.
Highly recommemed actually. But often, solitary and in the dark recesses of 4am mornings alone is the only way to do it because there is nothing that other people can say or do, that would make the slightest difference or offer any consolation. And truth be said, more often than not, it makes the person witnessing it feel completely useless. then not only do you have to you have to deal with your grief, you end up worrying about them to.
drivin_me_nuts said:
I cried the day my lass was diagnosed with cancer. Actually I cried with relief because I knew what we were dealing with then.
and more the day she went for her first radio therapy session which was complete and utter claustraphibic hell and something I would not wish on anyone...
and the day after when they said to me she had twenty minutes to live and I was three hours away
and even more the day I madem my vows in hospital when we married...
and at witnessing her courage when she shrugged her shoulders and said wasn't bothered when she was told she was going to die in days...
and the first thing she did was thank her consultant for his extraordinary efforts and comment that other people died much younger than her so she was lucky...
and yet more at 4am in the morning the morning I realised she could bleed to death in arms and there was nothing anyone could do and if I was the only one there I would be the one injecting her with an enormous dose of sedative...
and the evening of the day we went to the hospice when I knew she was in the perfect place...
and of happiness when the first person from PH said they were coming to the hospice...
and at her almost superhuman strength and courage for getting into a car, having just collapsed a few moments before...
and with intense frustration at stupid people doing dumb things...
But I did not cry in the four days wwiting for the end to come and when she stopped breathing, I cried tears of relief that for us both, it was over.
Yes I cried an ocean of tears this last year. And I wasn't alone. And of all the processes I know for emptying yourself of emotion, for then being in a position when you can then function again processing very hard relentless reality... it, along with processing anger is one of the most powerful ways to disipate acute high levels of stress.
Highly recommemed actually. But often, solitary and in the dark recesses of 4am mornings alone is the only way to do it because there is nothing that other people can say or do, that would make the slightest difference or offer any consolation. And truth be said, more often than not, it makes the person witnessing it feel completely useless. then not only do you have to you have to deal with your grief, you end up worrying about them to.
I cried at my MIL's funeral, not because of her passing but at seeing my 2 kids so upset.and more the day she went for her first radio therapy session which was complete and utter claustraphibic hell and something I would not wish on anyone...
and the day after when they said to me she had twenty minutes to live and I was three hours away
and even more the day I madem my vows in hospital when we married...
and at witnessing her courage when she shrugged her shoulders and said wasn't bothered when she was told she was going to die in days...
and the first thing she did was thank her consultant for his extraordinary efforts and comment that other people died much younger than her so she was lucky...
and yet more at 4am in the morning the morning I realised she could bleed to death in arms and there was nothing anyone could do and if I was the only one there I would be the one injecting her with an enormous dose of sedative...
and the evening of the day we went to the hospice when I knew she was in the perfect place...
and of happiness when the first person from PH said they were coming to the hospice...
and at her almost superhuman strength and courage for getting into a car, having just collapsed a few moments before...
and with intense frustration at stupid people doing dumb things...
But I did not cry in the four days wwiting for the end to come and when she stopped breathing, I cried tears of relief that for us both, it was over.
Yes I cried an ocean of tears this last year. And I wasn't alone. And of all the processes I know for emptying yourself of emotion, for then being in a position when you can then function again processing very hard relentless reality... it, along with processing anger is one of the most powerful ways to disipate acute high levels of stress.
Highly recommemed actually. But often, solitary and in the dark recesses of 4am mornings alone is the only way to do it because there is nothing that other people can say or do, that would make the slightest difference or offer any consolation. And truth be said, more often than not, it makes the person witnessing it feel completely useless. then not only do you have to you have to deal with your grief, you end up worrying about them to.
You sir, Mr Nuts, I feel tears again reading your post, family are all up in bed, I'm here alone, reminding myself just how lucky I am, thank you.
dmulally said:
Do you need any tips to help you through it? Im sure this place could come up with a few distractions for you.
Don't think so, no. I've become a bit of a recluse since it all went tits up. I'm trying to make the process easy for her by helping to get 'pratical' things organised as I know she's not particularly enjoying life at the moment either. I'll give her some space for a few months while she has a chance to do whatever it is she needs to do, then probably contact her and see what's what. But I'm not holding my breath.And there will be more crying.
f
k all this macho bullst. It's my party and I'll cry if I want to. The day I suppress any emotion because of what some other tosser might think is the day I pack it in for good.
Pesty, I think it's quite sad that (it seems) you feel you have to posture and pose in front of the world. Why do you care what anyone else thinks?
k all this macho bullst. It's my party and I'll cry if I want to. The day I suppress any emotion because of what some other tosser might think is the day I pack it in for good.Pesty, I think it's quite sad that (it seems) you feel you have to posture and pose in front of the world. Why do you care what anyone else thinks?
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