I was talking with work friend, telling her I don't know what's wrong with me lately, I'm eating and drinking with absolutely no self control.
Me: "Oh yes, I have to leave early today, it's my step dad's wedding"
Instant waterworks! I cried at work!
Work Friend: "It is the wedding. That's what's wrong with you."
At least women crying at weddings are a common sight. It's just another reminder that my mother is gone, really gone, she's dead and not coming back.
I wish I hadn't agreed to go.