Tessa ReneeI’m not ashamed of tears. If I care enough, if the subject matters deeply enough, the emotions will spill over. I’ll cry while I tell you how I feel. I’ll cry while I stand my ground. I’ll cry while I lay out every receipt and every reason you can’t spin this on me. People think tears weaken an argument but mine sharpen it.
Because crying doesn’t mean I’ve lost control. It means I care enough to let the truth bleed through my eyes. And here’s what you’ll notice if you pay attention: I don’t stop talking when the tears fall. I don’t crumble. I don’t back down. I might wipe my face, but my voice stays steady, my logic stays intact, and my point stays undefeated.
That’s the scary part. You’ll expect me to fold when I cry. Instead, I’ll keep pressing, calmly, firmly, relentlessly, until you realize you’re losing ground. And when the tears dry, the argument will still be mine.
Final Word: My tears don’t end the fight, they fuel it.
Disclaimer: This is resilience in prose, not relationship counseling. Don’t weaponize emotions if you can’t stand in them.
Tessa Renee
