Not My Kind of Hero

by Pippa Grant

We are very permanently and irrevocably off relationships with men, I remind my nipples, my vagina, and my brain. Be that as it may, the view is currently incredible. Please pass the popcorn, they reply in unison.

I don’t know a single person who has never felt lost. Some recognize it. Some don’t. Some blame other people. Some try to get help. Some try to fix it themselves. Some try to fix the world around them. Some pretend there’s nothing broken and push through.

You can’t go through life without getting hurt, my friend. So you choose. Do you take the risk that it’s worth it, or do you keep hiding behind all the lies you’ve told yourself about being happy alone and not deserving someone to love you?”

For the first time in my life, I think I’ve found someone I want to love.

Is it wrong that watching a man be amazing to your kid makes you want to jump his bones even more?

“Hurt so much by the people who are supposed to care the most. Afraid to open up to anyone again. But so desperate to fit in that you’ll bend over backward giving and giving and giving until there’s nothing left for yourself.”

I know better than to doubt a mother on a mission.

“I’m trying to tell you that I’m madly in love with you, Ms. Spencer, and want to be part of your life and your daughter’s too.”