This evening T said one little thing about how I must feel regarding a family situation and I felt so validated. I cried my eyes out, and it didn't stop quickly, but rather became worse over time. I lost my voice and cried, cried, cried. Yes, Pink, I even needed tissues--multiple tissues. It came out of nowhere--meaning I was not particularly sad when I got there but it came up from my toes. I've never done this before with T.

I feel really safe there now. Like the sanctity of a bedroom where you would cry into your pillow.