I didn’t cry when high school teacher’s husband died. I knew him, too. Went on a trip through Italy together with a class. My father sent me his Facebook eulogy four days after the funeral.
I wonder about that a lot. When was the last time I cried, again? Even then, since puberty, not more than droplets. Not like the torrent of emotion it seems like I should feel. Want to feel.
Maybe estrogen will fix that too.