I may not have “gotten” it, but friends don’t need to “get” it. They just need to show you support. I hadn’t shown him support and it hurt to realize it.
I want her to be a good person, not just to me, but to everyone.
In my head, I was forever 21 and reaching middle age just didn’t seem to fit with my persona.
The world outside may be cruel, but behind our front door, there’s no fear, judgment, or shame. There’s unconditional love.
Getting hurt is easy, not letting it change who you are isn’t.
In that hospital bed, the question of whether I would do anything for my kids was real.
It’s everyone’s chance to remember, even if you don’t want to.