When do you run out of tears?

Today turned into a horrible day.  It started out fine, had my dose of insomnia and my morning was going as it should have.  My work day was keeping me busy, I started to get the blahs.  On my last two dogs, I wanted to just cry.  I wanted to curl up in a ball in a dark corner and cry until I had nothing left.
So I held back.
I kept tearing up and I kept strong.
I promised I would let myself have a good one when I got home.

What I really wanted to do was get dinner started for the kids and he was in the kitchen.  On his computer.
Like that is a surprise.
I didn't want him in there.
I sat down and quietly sobbed.  There is no hiding sobbing.  It is what it is but I don't want to be dramatic.  I'm fucking hurting.

So a cry in the shower.

Try not to continue crying while making dinner.

I'm still in shock.  I have so many things racing in my mind about what he did, who he is, who the hell he thinks he is, why, what. the. fuck.

I'm having a very bad day and my best friend told me I am worth nothing to him.