Having been a real cry-baby as a young child - Wednesday's Child is Full of Woe - and seen how I looked, all snottery, blotchy and puffed up after a bout of crying, I learned how to stop myself crying. As an adult I got through all sorts with nary a tear shed, even the dreadful year when FIL, MIL, 2 maiden aunts and my Mother all died one after the other. I felt that others needed me to be strong and I was.
However when 3 years later I found my beloved Dad, dead in his car in the driveway, I sent for the ambulance, rang my sister, went to the hospital, identified the body, drove home - and totally dissolved, screamed, howled, gasped until I was totally exhausted.
Same thing happened when I, lost the Council seat, that our party had held for years. Flat calm until the half way through the victory celebration (others had won) then suddenly 'lost it'. My daughter whisked me away and home where I 'roared and bawled and gret'.
The 3rd and I sincerely hope last time, occurred in the middle of DH's descent into Dementia, when having somehow got through every appointment, and dealt with matters financial, power of attorney, etc. I took the rare opportunity, whilst DD was visiting and able to sit with her Dad, to go into the city to the Bank to ask for a credit card in my name, which I had been trying to arrange on-line for months. Had a terrible time trying to park, waited in the queue in the Bank forever to reach the counter, only to be turned away with an abrupt, 'you'll need to phone and make an appointment'. Walked out shaking, had a chat with a homeless guy on the pavement, drove home like a zombie, ran into the house and collapsed sobbing. DD and DH thought I had had an accident or similar - it was near an hour before I was able to explain what had happened.
Sometimes the dam bursts because of one more tiny crack in its endlessly shored up facade....