In Which Christian Makes Me Cry

Well, it isn't a proper Care Group until I cry.

We were having a discussion on waiting for God's timing (I hate those discussions, which no doubt means that I need to hear a lot of them). Of course, the only thing I'm waiting for is a husband and children. And I just happened to mention that a females best years physically to have children are between the ages of 18 and 25. And then I just happened to mention that I happen to be nearing the end of those years.

At which point, Christian decides he's going to cheer me up. "That's all right, you'll have twin after twin after twin."

At which point I snapped at him that I couldn't have twins, and that if I did manage to conceive them I would miscarry and die. (Yes, that is a slight exaggeration. The miscarriage is fairly certain, but the death is thankfully, less likely.) And then I started crying.

Well, then Jenna decides to hug me. Which goes to show that this is a new care group. People should never hug me when I cry. It either A) makes me cry more or B) makes me angry. (I once slapped someone in the face who was hugging me when I was upset. Normally I am better controlled, but this was when I was a moody 14 year old, unsaved and upset.) Jenna got pushed away a few times, and realised that she was not helping, in enough time to ensure that I didn't slap her. And it was quite a close call. (Okay, so maybe I haven't changed THAT much.)

Christian felt awful about it. He had forgotten all about my having had cancer, and was, as I said, trying to cheer me up.

The moral of the story is: never try and cheer me up.

Christian now gets added to a long list of people who have made me cry by being nice to me. So I thought I'd offer you all an incomplete list of people who've made me cry by being nice. (Not in any particular order)

- Christian
- Steph
- Claire
- Cors
- Auntie Daisy
- Anton
- Robbie (ex-boyfriend)
- Robert (brother)
- Old students including: Kate, Lily, James, Tom, Keir, Aska, Megan, Briana. Probably a lot, lot more. I end up crying almost any time a student does anything nice for me.
- Swee
- Kien

Just to repeat: the moral of the story is never try and cheer me up.