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I hate when men lump us all together as a bunch of girly crazies. In my experience, men can be much worse.
‘I didn’t realise you were telling a story,’ I say, reminding myself not to apologise. I’m trying to apologise less because I do it all the time, even when something isn’t my fault. I apologised to a door I walked into the other day.
God, I have been waiting for this moment – probably since before I even realised I was waiting for this moment.
