Rebekah Docter

You'll Never Know...

I was doing really well. I was keeping it together like any grown-up does (do adults call themselves grown-ups? Probably not but this 25-year-old does and will continue to do so). I walked out the door of the vet's office, unlocked my car, sat down, shut the door, and lost it. Seriously. I was full on ugly crying. I envy those who can look somewhat normal when they cry, god forbid, pretty.