This one’s for the therapist friend. The one who is always there to nurse and listen, to love and advice her friends anytime you’re needed and called upon. The friend who no one checks up on. This one’s for you.
Growing up, every woman in my life was a victim of the love men swore by. A victim of their bad habits. After swearing off tolerating a tiny mistake from a man, I had to realize that it wasn’t fair to me or any significant other I meet.