I wore it as a badge of honor, my duty to my family. And I’m realizing at this moment it never changed a thing. Realizing that everything I sacrificed didn’t change or fix or solve anything breaks me. Once and for all. And on the couch of the man I’m pretty sure can’t stand me but seems to like to save me and possibly likes kissing me, I start to cry. Not sweet tears. Not the kind that you take a photo of and then share on social media. Not the kind you wipe away with a handkerchief. Kim Kardashian-level ugly cries. Body wracking, chest heaving, painful cries that break a wall inside of me I
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