So, I came as close as I've ever been to seeing my boyfriend cry in person last night.  He's been going through a lot of hardship pretty much all of his life, and recently he's entered a new chapter of it.  Last night, he came home with me from a day of fun together and we settled down with some hot tea before going to bed.  My stepmom was awake and talking with us, and I can't even remember what happened now, but something was said that started my bf off on a rant about what's been going on with him.  He and my stepmom were more the ones talking, and I was sitting next to him, listening.  As he explained his new situation, he had to touch upon something particularly painful in his past to explain it to my stepmom, and I heard his voice get really choked and emotional.  I looked at him and could see unshed tears in his eyes, and when he finished speaking, he had a very obvious BLT for a minute.  I reached for his hand, which was already curled up loosely around something he was holding, and took it in mine, caressing his knuckles with my thumb.  He didn't in any way acknowledge my touch, and after a moment he moved to put down the thing he was holding, breaking our contact.  However, he did regain his composure.  At another point later in the conversation, I saw the tears in his eyes again and heard the emotion in his voice.  This time, I put my hand on his outstretched arm and rubbed it, but again, he didn't acknowledge my touch but simply found a way to naturally break it a moment later.  

Those were the closest instances of the night that he came to crying.  I was a little frustrated that, when he finally opened up, it was around my stepmom, because I think he would have let himself cry had it just been me with him, and I was also a little discouraged that he didn't seem comforted by my touch.  

Anyway, when he had calmed down and finished his rant, we went to bed and I tried to talk to him more in private, as there are some things I want to addre

Thanks.  It was nice to hear a sample conversation, and I'm glad you think it's a good idea.  And I do understand that depression by nature does that to you.  It's sort of a situation where my head knows it wasn't him that was keeping it from me, but my heart is still hurt by it.  It's interesting because ever since he's told me about it, I've been practicing what I tell him in my head, and half the time I'm super supportive and understanding, and half the time I get really upset about it.  I'm hoping I can calm down the irrational half of me somewhat before we talk.

Hey!  This was the thing I was doing with you right before that whole disappearing and randomly thinking the site had been deleted thing.  (sorry about that >.> <.<)  Is that something you would be interested in picking up again someday?

Well, these are never any fun to get, but I might as well put it to good use, right?

I was over at my boyfriend's this past weekend, and I was upset about something.  It was pretty trivial for the amount of emotion it caused, though it did have  to do with us (though we weren't fighting or mad at each other or anything).  Anyway, we went to bed the one night, and he was exhausted and had to get up early so he passed out immediately.  I, on the other hand, stayed up for a while, and found myself thinking about this.  I felt tears burning in my eyes and rolled away from him to face the room (he sleeps against the wall) so he wouldn't notice if he woke up.  Then I let them flow for a few minutes.  A steady stream of them ran from the corners of my eyes, onto my nose or down into my pillow.  I cried silently like that until I felt my nose start to stuff up.  I wanted to stop before the stuffiness became audible and a risk for giving me away, so I wiped everything away and tried to push it out of my mind, telling myself that I could cry when he left for work if I was still upset by then.  I find that I have a hard time stopping crying if I don't move from the position or place in which I was crying, so I rolled over to face him again.  That didn't completely work, though, and I felt one more tear escape from my eye.  Still trying to banish the thought, I pulled the blanket up close around me, trying to wipe the tear away with it in a movement that would look natural to someone sleeping (I'm so smooth at hiding my tears from unconscious people lol).  

After that I managed to stop crying for the rest of that night and all of the next day while I was there alone (he was on a 24-hour shift), but when I went to bed the next night, the thoughts came back.  Since I was alone this time, I decided just to let them go.  I sat up and faced the room and just let myself cry.  I did avoid sobbing because his roommate was home and their apartment is small, so I didn't

Thanks, I'm glad you guys enjoyed it.  I'm reworking another one right now!