He attempted to salvage the situation by saying "Hey, don't worry, when Ginger sells we'll go shopping for something you can event and have fun with. Remember, we just got Bridget because she was safe and nice and would be a good trail horse for you. It's not the end if the world if she isn't good at jumping" And of course I just cried harder because oh-my-god-I-suck-so-bad I would only ruin New Horse too. And because obviously Ginger isn't replaceable.
And finally, I cried some more because I felt bad that dear, sweet G has to put up with a crazy horse girl like me. And then a little more because it's selfish to be all emotional over something so minor when other people have real reasons to be sad. So I cried a little for them too.
Maybe you have to know me in real life to really find this story funny - I am one if the most practical and level people out there. G is sometimes is offended I don't get more obviously emotional about real life issues. So, let this story serve as (more) proof that horses make people crazy!