A friend of mine once told me that she wished I would share my pain with her as much as I shared my joy. I decided to do that when I left my marriage of half a year to someone I'd loved deeply for 4 years but who could never accept me for me and for whom I contorted who I was to be less 'emotional'. Opening up to the women and some of the men in my life about how dispossessed I felt and receiving their love and kindness and at times just their quiet confidence in me was surprising and a little foreign at first but it has ultimately, over the past two years, been my refuge. I'm so much healthier and stronger for it. Thanks for sharing this, Crunch.

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