She tells me it's okay, might ask me to say more about where the emotion is coming from and what it's about, and just accepts it. She has said empathetic words, but those never sound genuine and I've told her that so I think she might think about saying them but doesn't.

The kleenex are always there on a small table within reach, right in front of me.
Sometimes I get mad at myself for crying (again!!!) and angrily snatch a kleenex or two and deal with the anger and frustration about crying.

For the first many months, crying was about all I had to put out there in session; I had very few words.