I did something hard.

I deleted my Auntie from my Favorites list. It’s been three years, she’s not Jesus, she’s not coming back. And yet I immediately burst into straight up ugly sobbing. I hate grieving. And I’m TIRED of it. It never ends. It gets moderately easier, but it ALWAYS hurts.

Roe.

Today was the first time I actually let myself say it out loud. It sounded as petty out loud as it did in my brain and that’s ok. “There is NOTHING men can do that is more than making a person.” It’s jealousy, it’s control, it’s spite. It’s meant to keep us in our place. … Continue reading Roe.