Crying over spilled milk

I heard this phrase throughout my growing up year. Always overemotional. I worried and fretted. This morning, as I tried giving my one year old milk, she spilled it all over the both of us. And I cried. It is not the milk, but the culmination of all that is happening.

I feel lost, confused. Not myself at all....

My fiance asked if I was OK. Thinking of the obscurity of the breakdown, I said I was. But honestly I feel a mess multiplied....

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