Being a man isn’t synonymous with being unemotionally tough. Instead of hiding it, instead of stuffing emotions deeper and deeper, I wish more men invited them in.
“I’m going to hug you.”
And I do.
How do we work on being more kind and thoughtful? How do we improve?
all I know right now are my tears and snot have soaked the sheets around me
I would choose my 31-year-old self over my 24-year-old self a million times over
It’s 9:51pm and it’s been over 3 hours since I punched those letters for the last time.
I didn’t just miss the signs; I ignored them. I made excuses for his behavior.
I’ve heard this argument before. A few nights ago and a couple nights before that and a night before that. They argue and scream and slam, and then, in the silence of 4 am, a different kind of pounding erupts—the kind of making up.