I never ever used to cry - if we did, we got whipped harder. It wasn't until the accident that I started to - I wailed and my son heard. Then, about 7 months later, when I walked away from the Ex, I did it again. My son heard again. Then, after the attempted gang bang, I cried silently every bloody day, all morning, every morning. Now, I cry whenever, at the drop of a hat--I swallow it if I'm out in public, and at home, well, I just close my door and it rains non-stop--but it is nowhere near as bad as in the months after that attempted gang-bang.
Maybe the crying is just making up for all the lost time of denied emotions.