They must have noticed his absence from social functions for many years now. Not strange then, they have stopped asking me about it or him.
I want to be the person in charge of me again.
Who am I or was I trying to satisfy, why pretend?
Society is not perfect and as I sat in the living room of my brother's in-laws and the families a couple of weeks ago, I thought, everyone has issues, I don't judge them, why should they judge me.
Why do we love ourselves less and not see our weakness as our humanness that is forgivable by God and yet not by ourselves? Do we set higher standards for being who we should be?