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.
When I have an internal dialogue, I can be pretty brutal.
Getting hurt is easy, not letting it change who you are isn’t.
The turkey is gobbled and the pumpkins are mulch. You’re allowed to decorate. It’s OK now.
I’m ready for anything. I’m not excited about it. I’m not looking to have long talks about it. But I am prepared for it.