23
September
In Process There Is Progress
I know this woman. . .
She used to reach out to me when I didn’t want to be reached out to. She was always inviting me, calling me, checking in on me. She’d on occasion do something enormously thoughtful.
Here’s the trouble, I’d been hurt so much by female relationships growing up that at some point in time I stopped letting them into my heart. I was kind. I was friendly. I was personable—but beyond that you weren’t going to get to know me, because I was also guarded beyond healthy