Years ago I would call a friend.
Now:Is very different.
When I get home, my 22 year old son....knows when something is wrong.
He will just smile at me, and say ''Mum want to tell me''.
Sometimes I do.....sometimes, if it is due to work....and quite bad,because of what I have seen or heard... I say nothing....I tell him let it be.
He knows.
I then will go to bed, and have a good cry and just pray.
Works well for me...before long peace comes, and I drift off into a lovely sleep.