Welcome! I was oh so happy myself when I found this forum! 

inmyarms wrote:

Until I realized that what I wanted was to be trusted with that side of someone.I wanted people to feel comparable enough with me to sob with me, to be vulnerable with me. Only two people in my life have ever been that way with me by choice. And it was the most warm soul stirrrng feeling.=13px

Until now, I still don't know why I have this fetish. I'm a stone-hearted woman who very rarely cries, even at real life's problems and funerals. Not many people have seen me cry, it would be a privilege if they ever did. But I love looking at (hot) guys crying, and I love to embrace my boyfriend whenever he's showing his soft side (which is very rare). He doesn't know about this fetish, and I don't have the heart to tell him for fear of misunderstanding.

But your post has made me wonder... maybe I really wanted that as well... "to be trusted with that side of someone". Maybe I wanted people to share their pain with me. As I can be considered a rather cold person, not many things can touch my heart. I guess I desperately wanted my heart to be touched... to have that heartwarming feeling.

So thank you for sharing your story

Welcome to the forum! So glad to have you here.

I really like what you said here: "I realized that what I wanted was to be trusted with that side of someone. I wanted people to feel comparable enough with me to sob with me, to be vulnerable with me. Only two people in my life have ever been that way with me by choice. And it was the most warm soul stirrrng feeling."

That is EXACTLY how I feel. There is something so incredible about being trusted with another person's vulnerability. Just amazing.

While my boyfriend cries openly with me, my best friend is definitely similar to your husband in that he hates to cry. One time a couple years ago, he told me that he broke down (and man, I wish I'd been there, haha), and he said that while he figured it was probably good for him, he really does not like to do it. It was nice that he told me about it, though; I think I'm the only person he told (besides his two roommates, who were home when he cried).

I also feel things very deeply, but the feelings remain deep inside my heart and never translate to tears either, esp. in real life. Funnily though, I can cry whenever I read a very sad story/fanfic, or a heartwarming/touching story. 

As I grew older, I realized that real life could make me cry much easier than before, which is good I used to think that crying is a sign of weakness, but now that thought is slowly diminishing. I can accept myself crying for the right reasons. But as I'm not a crier in the first place, it would only take a tear or two... or just teary eyes. That's my current definition of crying ^^; 
It doesn't matter though... I'm just happy I'm not as cold-hearted as I used to be ^^v

The Times he cries he really cried.tears, child up choice.twice he completely dogged but all times he was trying his career to make it stop, even holding his breath and then being himself for not being able to stop when he wanted to.

 Welcome! To the forum!