Sabrina Must

Being a man isn’t synonymous with being unemotionally tough. Instead of hiding it, instead of stuffing emotions deeper and deeper, I wish more men invited them in.

“I’m going to hug you.”
And I do.

How do we work on being more kind and thoughtful? How do we improve?

all I know right now are my tears and snot have soaked the sheets around me

I would choose my 31-year-old self over my 24-year-old self a million times over

It’s 9:51pm and it’s been over 3 hours since I punched those letters for the last time.

I didn’t just miss the signs; I ignored them. I made excuses for his behavior.

I’ve heard this argument before. A few nights ago and a couple nights before that and a night before that. They argue and scream and slam, and then, in the silence of 4 am, a different kind of pounding erupts—the kind of making up.

I’m the one who’ll call you out.

There’s this thing we do when something ends: we focus on all the good parts.

I may still be a hoarder like my younger self, but not of things—instead of experiences and people.

It’s 9:51pm and it’s been over 3 hours since I punched those letters for the last time.