Zombie walk

The dog needed a walk, so off I went.
It feels wrong to leave home when I keep randomly bursting into tears, but I can't ignore her needs.

I met a couple of neighbours, and stopped to chat for a bit. They asked me how I was doing, and rather than admitting I was walking around like a zombie merely pretending to be human, I lied. Yeah, sure, "I'm good. You?"

Stumbling home I realized just how close I was to just bursting into tears and laying the story on a couple of unsuspecting neighbours. Maybe I should have. I need to vent.
Talked to my parents yesterday, and gave them full disclosure on the whole mess, and they were very supportive of it. A few select friends know the details, too. I just don't want to poison those wells with too much crying.

I need to preserve my resources for a kinder tomorrow.