why is it that my eyes decide to cry at the complete wrong times?

today, it was at work.  because i decided to use my spare time reading a book that i was in the middle of.   a stupid crappy wonderful book called “at first sight” by nicholas sparks.

it’s about a man who falls in love with a girl.  the struggles they go through in engagement, marriage and pregnancy.  and how his wife dies during childbirth.

but the part that really gets me is the lines that say of how he didn’t want to see his baby girl in the nursery.  he didn’t love her.  he didn’t care about her.  how could he love a baby that killed his wife?

and that is when i put the book down, felt like an idiot as i wiped a tear at my desk, and hoped that no one had seen me.

i will probably finish this book at home.  sheesh.