Pulling at the heart strings

What makes you cry? Sometimes it can be a sad song or poem, a heart breaking film or tragedy in the news - or just life being too much to cope with.
I think I cry easily. I didn't used to - my sister was the emotional one and she said I was the together one, almost cold. But over time events have happened to me to make me change and become much more emotional, and sometimes too sensitive. My mum leaving me was the first major event. I stayed living with my dad for 2 years until I went up to university. I fell apart and he put me back together then he fell apart, and I was there for him. Many tears were shed in that time.
Then life moved on, I got married. 4 years later my husband left me for a younger model. Well a Scandinavian younger model to be precise and lots of tears were shed then. I guess I became even more insecure. People I love have a habit of leaving me.
When major events happen to you, it can change the person you were. I became mistrustful of men, of relationships. And who could blame me.
I moved on and married again and 2 years later, had my first and only child. That event didn't go according to plan though. I nearly died and so did my son. Many times. What should have been a joyful time was fraught, unbelievably frightening and one I would not wish to go through again. I lived in fear that one day my son would be taken from me. He would leave this world. But amazingly 15 years later he is here - a fighter. He hasn't left me.

My mum has always been what many would call a 'creaking gate' . She had been ill for as long as I remember but was never one to complain. Ever. She had so many illnesses her medical records were huge. She was the bravest woman I have ever met. She was my best friend and I thought she would live forever. I was wrong.
My mum died suddenly in May last year, 8th May 2008 to be precise. My mum left me. The tears returned.
Now my husband and I are splitting up and technically I guess we are leaving each other. It is sad and we need to move on but there have and will be tears along the way. A release I guess. Better than bottling it up.

Life is hard. Maybe it's my turn for some happiness now.Done enough crying.