I met my friends in San Francisco, and I felt safe. I kept thinking – so curiously! – that I hoped he was okay. How could someone be so angry at whoever loved him? How must it feel to hate being loved, and then to have the person that loved you run away in fear?
Conner Habib has an absolutely searing essay up at the Good Men Project called “If You Ever Did Write Anything About Me, I’d Want It To Be About Love.”
It’s about love and domestic abuse, and it’s really, really good.
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