I pulled into the Wal-Mart parking lot, slammed the shift into park and began to sob. The cries came from deep in my belly and slowly worked their way up to my tear-strewn face, emerging messily in a volcanic eruption of tears and snot. Yuck. No tissues in the car, of course. I tried to stop, but it wasn't happening. And I got loud. I noticed a few people looking at me but I didn't give a whip. Ahh ... the slow burn of emotions and the stress of caregiving.
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