Just needed somewhere to get this out of my head. I feel sad because my friends think I am sad, I feel sad because I am not the absolute mess they think I am. During the day I am happy. Happy for my family. My husband. My little girl. She's only 2. She doesn't need to see her mom crying and upset. I have to be strong for her. My husband... he has always been an emotional cripple. No idea how to comfort me. You've seen the meme with the husband consoling the wife with a broom. That's him. Whatever. Why waste my time. So at night I sit here and rock my baby girl and once she goes to sleep the tears just fall silently until I just say fuck it and go to sleep. It's only been 2 weeks but I think something is seriously wrong with me. Thanks for the time. 💔