Oh God .. what's happening to me ? I've been it tears reading the "how it has affected me" posts now I'm doing the same reading this lot !
I went with my partner of 9 yrs to see it. He cried fairly quietly during parts of it ... kept elbows on the armrests and thus hands readily available at the tear ducts ...
Our audience was in Staines (yes, really) West London .. fairly well-off but working class area which I was real nervous about .. fearing bad lads jeering or giggles at the wrong moments. The crowd was very mixed, more than anyone, groups of women in 2s3s4s etc. Plenty of gay male couples .. plenty of fags and hags (sorry for non-pc-ness). Despite all my misgivings, they were a perfect audience .. not a peak, just some stiffled sobs and a few noses being blown.
Funny thing .. on the way out there was a queue to the toilets .. I'm guessing to blow-nose for those without tissues and check eye make-up .. never seen that before.
I couldn't cry .. I couldn't let it out .. I'd have wailed and never stopped.
Rich