but why does it make me cry

You have no real choice as to what to do.

You are going to hurt and cry.  That will happen.

No decisions can be made right now—grief does not make good decisions.

You will hurt and cry and second guess yourself.  You will be confused.

This all needs to happen.  

No decisions tonight.  You agreed on space, and that’s where you are. It hurts there.  It is not your permanent home.  I swear it is not.  I lived there for awhile, but I got free, and so will you.  

There are no decisions about what to do. Yo do have to go through this. You are loved and loving and your future is bright

If only, I think, someone had said these to me, these small things . These are really the only things I write well on, no once upon a life for me.