When you’re thinking about getting married, pick someone you absolutely adore. It sets a good baseline for those times when you get on each other’s nerves.
What can we go out to face when our church basement is the internet? What can we go out to face when we can make it stop by just clicking on something else? What has to happen? Who else has to be murdered and how?
At their best, relationships help you rewrite the bad stories you once fell for. You’re drawn to each other’s wounds—this is why “opposites attract” and “women love bad boys”—but if you’re brave enough and the wounds aren’t mortal, you can also heal each other.
I knew I was at a turning point in my life but didn’t know which way to go. I could stay on a self destructive path or beat the odds and become something. I just didn’t know how to do it.
This grief thing can sometimes be a tricky beast, with sadness that feels like anger, and happiness that is still just tired, and pain that that is so intense it broadcasts as numbness.
While I was gone, she started chemotherapy. After just one treatment, her hair had started falling out in clumps. We had no idea it would happen so soon.
Jen led and taught me how to prevent that with introspection and a consistent sense of wonder. Jen has that light which lets you know she’s fully human. It is evident that she feels more intensely, more keenly, more loudly. She’s sharing that with the world-the boys just need to show up with an open mind.
I tell him it is because I realize that we both believe that words can rub up against one another, electrifying sentences into dizzying fricatives and vertiginous syntax, because we understand that nouns can be dangerous when the rhythm is sexy.
My panic attacks haunted me wherever I went. I had no idea that six million other Americans were suffering from panic attacks, that forty million were battling an anxiety disorder of some kind.
