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Cries Of Pain & Hurt
By Peace | February 9, 2007
It is natural to cry. But as a grown up, we do not want people to see us cry. There are times where I cry when I am sad. There are times where I cry when my pets died. There are times where I shed tears for watching a sad show or even a moment of touching clips. Those scenes are moments that stirred up my emotions as they are my past experiences or similar experiences, and I can fully understand what it means and how it feels to be in their shoes.
Why Women Cry
People are emotional beings. From birth, babies cry. Children cry when they fall down, when they are in pain and when they are scared too. It is said that men should not cry. While it is often said that women are made of water. Women cry easily. Why do women cry?
I am a woman. Women around me consists of my mother, my sister, my aunts, my grandmothers, my mother-in-law, and not forgetting my daughter, my nieces and gal friends as well. From a young girl to a lady and to a mature woman, I have been through if not most of life experiences, but at least some of it as a woman. As a child, I cry when I am in pain and when I am scared. There are not so much of hurt in the heart as a child. I received love and care from my parents. Pain was when I fall down, scared was when I failed to finish and accomplished my homework. Sometimes anger and disappointments made me cry as well. Anger and disappointments from thinking of the unfair treatments by adults — such as not buying me toys and things that I like when other siblings could have it.
As I grow up, I saw my parents quarrel, watch TV programs and read the news, I can see that there are many sorts of problems in this world — family relationships problems, extramarital affairs, and so on. I do not understand why my mother cried when my father had ‘other women’. I cannot know how she felt. I only can see that she was sad and she was angry and disappointed as well to know that my father had ‘done this’ to her. My mother cried when my father ‘betrayed’ her.
As I enter into relationships later in my life and finally become a mother myself, I understand how it feels to be a woman. It is only after giving birth to my children that I really feel that I have become a real woman. I understand the meaning of responsibility to the family and the importance of commitment, love and everything else to the family. The family is important to me. Life is hard. Being a woman, I have to take care of the children, the husband and the house and my parents. Juggling between family, work/earning money, and the house is no easy task either. There are times where we take pains and endurance to accomplish our task in time and to complete our schedule promptly. There are times where I offer my best to the family and sacrificed by own leisure time and such. And yet, nobody appreciates what you do. It is when women had done so much for the family, the boyfriend or husband, and yet these people betray them, that women are so sad, so angry, disappointed and hurt.
So why do women cry, basically its because of relationships problems. Relationships from husband or boyfriend, who betray them, who have other girlfriends and other mistress besides them. Women cry because they have taken the relationships seriously and yet it is not reciprocated. It applies to work as well. When the women had put in a lot of effort in doing the work well, yet the boss do not appreciate her work. The boss might blame her for not putting in enough effort or even accuse her of other things. It is when we are wrongly accuse and when we are not appreciated, and we cannot take the pressure anymore. The hurt and disappointments in us soon erupt in tears.
Women cry when their children is disobedient and when the children pay no respect to them. My mother cried when my brother shout at him and ignore him. My mother cried when my father shout at him, scold him for not being a good mother in ‘teaching’ the children. Women cried because in the eyes of ‘man’, it is all natural for women to play the role of housekeeping, parenting, and for the modern woman, earning money as well. There are too many responsibilities and too many tasks for the women. When the women had done her best and yet everything is turning against her, she does not know what to do. Crying is not a weapon of gaining pity. Crying is a way of releasing our frustration, hurt and disappointments that was deep in the heart. Crying is natural response of our body system, to help us to relieve tension in us.
Lastly, women cry when they miss their love ones. Their love ones can be their favourite pets such as dogs, cats, hamsters and so on. Their love ones also consists of her parents, her husband, and her children. Women cry when their love (pets, husband, boyfriend, parents, friends etc) die. Women cry because they have a great heart of love for their love ones and because they care.
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