Turns out e’ry generation thinks it’s the magic one to finally know better. Then I watched a 1967 doc and learned we’ve been having that breakthrough on repeat.
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For As Long As: Trust Without Sight, Again
How do I decide what love requires when our interests can’t be separated, when she can’t tell me what she wants, and when either decision is irreversible?
Saved to Favorites: Wear Sunscreen
I saved the advice, forgot the advice, then lived long enough to understand why I’d saved it in the first place. Turns out knowing a thing and believing it are nowhere near the same.
Faith in Humanity: Restored (Temporarily)
Amazon KDP’s currently doing its best to convince me no actual humans work there, but one true blue human has restored my faith in humanity anyway. Temporarily.
I Wore the Names: What Was Never Mine to Carry
If letting go feels like betrayal, maybe that’s because someone taught her true blue love means holding what hurts even after it starts to burn.
The Thirsty Elephant Problem: Am I Selfish?
Paralysis isn’t solidarity. Being Bothered from a place of safety isn’t the same as doing something useful. Anguish isn’t participation. Collapse isn’t virtue.
Holding a Firefly: The Chapter That Says Yes
The chapter that undoes me isn’t about loss. It’s joy—a memory glowing after everything fades. Editing it is like holding a firefly without crushing its light.
His-and-Hers: His Vodka, Her Permission
I hoped someone else was to blame. The math said otherwise. No fraud. Just a his-and-hers tab, a pattern, and the truth that hollowed me out.
Confession isn’t Closure, Silence isn’t Safety
Part III is a loop: confession, silence, hope, repeat. Writing it means reliving that painful waiting; truth without closure, love without repair.
2018: the Art of Looking Away
New-gf glow and sun-soaked selfies hid Dad’s first subtle slide. I ignored my gut, but Ch. 19 won’t let me look away from the skid marks I pretended not to see.