… we speak, feel and act as if it’s the end of the line. That she is not equal to a man in this way. Perhaps the most ironic part is that it is the woman that physically carries and births a new generation.
You will question your mind — can it endure the pain and risk of offering yourself so completely to another being that may drift from your reach while you sleep, while you labor, while you give? Can it ever be whole again?
One of the heaviest things a man can experience is when his child is proud of him. All I want is to do right by my son. I so badly want not to fuck things up, but I am also me. I get…