I’ve been disappointed by a lot of men in my life. There have even been times when I’ve been devastated by them.
It was brought to my attention recently that I’ve done a great job at calling many of those men out here on my blog.
I guess that’s just my way of moving past my disenchantments and heartbreaks.
But I want you to know that not all of the men in my life have been bad. In fact, I’ve met some really incredible men over the last few years; proof that good men do exist.
They certainly aren’t perfect. And they definitely don’t ride in on white horses and save you the way you might have dreamed when you were little.
At times they may disappoint you. Hell, they may even hurt you – but never in the way those other assholes did because they care about you in a way you’d wished the others had.
They accept you for who you are and they’re there when it counts.
I have a few of those men in my life right now, and one in particular who has been a steadfast mentor and friend despite our differences.
He helped me reinvent myself – you can thank him for this blog!
Had he not come into my life to show me what I was made of, I’m not sure I would be who I am today. And that’s the truth.
He constantly challenges me in a way no one else does. He comforts me in this unorthodox way that no one else does either.
While our relationship continually morphs and evolves one thing has remained the same: He’s the one that stuck around.
That one simple act was what the others could never do.
And that one simple act has changed the way I’ve felt about men since.
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