I cried many times in public - on the street, on the subway... once was shortly after I moved there and a large man bullied my space on the train and called me a mean name (what a wimp I was!); years later, it was at 3am, going home after the final break-up of an 8 year relationship. Oh, and of course every day for a while after September 11th.
I remember each time I would just hope and hope the next train would be one with the orange seats, and that there would be an empty one next to the window so I could hide my face in the corner.
I don't recall anyone ever stopping to ask if I was ok, and if they had I would have felt angry, embarrassed, betrayed... So, assuming others felt the same way, no matter how much I wanted to comfort a fellow train crier, I never did.
Anyone else have sob stories from the city?