It seems I'm compelled to write to the men and women that betrayed their Loves, lives, and selves directly.
There is nothing simple that I have chosen to do. I think it is human to believe change is for the other person even when we know the solution lies within.
"Change happens one funeral at a time." At the time we were talking politics. However, in the years since I heard her say that I've come to appreciate this truth.
There was little room to learn how to express feelings, needs, and wants in a way that is vulnerable when it is met with derision, contempt, competing interests, and sarcasm. So I don't think I was afraid of vulnerability as much as having a definition that equated it with weakness resulting in abuse.