As a Cis M I’m basically a mosaic of every partner I have ever harmed.

Think I’m kind? Someone paid for that. Think I’m engaging? Some was lonely AF for that. Think I’m GGG? I ruined someone to learn that. Think I’m loving? I stole that.

I’m 42 . This is just sinking in.

To continue this thread a little this morning.

It’s been my observation that as a Cis m I have been trained to allow my partner to bear the burden of my lack of growth and treat their pain as the teacher instead of trying to just grow. It’s toxic masculinity in my opinion.

And this is

Heartbreaking in your 40’s.

It readjust your narrative and proves my point in someones sacred story you are a hero.

In others you are the brokenness in their life.