Co-Regulation Is a Love Language (And “Let Me Know” Ain’t It)
Inspired by the post of one Mr. Nobody, writing from my phone. Let me say this clearly from the beginning. This is not about marriage. This is not a relationship advice. Please. Nobody is sending coded messages. Nobody is subtweeting their spouse. Nobody is about to forward this with “See?” attached (I know y'all-so somebody might lol) Yes, I know it’s Valentine’s Day weekend. I see the roses. I see the reservations. I see the matching red outfits and the soft lighting. And I
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That Wasn’t Your Rib: The Echo of a Past Relationship
We love to say, “that’s my person.” We say it with certainty. With hope. With plans attached. We call people destiny while we’re still learning who they really are. We call something forever while we’re still in love with the version of them we met, not the one we’re growing with. And sometimes, years later, we look back and have to admit something that doesn’t feel good but is true: That wasn’t my rib . That was just someone I built life around. And when it ends — especially
Feb 44 min read
“If” Is the Heaviest Word I Know
Baltimore just got snow. Regular people see pretty. They see days off. They see pictures. They see quiet streets and soft white rooftops. I see a beginning. Because ten years ago… everything that led to losing Isaiah started with a snowstorm. Not just snow. Snow with ice on top. That thin, slick layer that looks harmless until you step on it. That quiet danger. That deceptive beauty. The kind of surface that doesn’t look like it’s about to change your life. And here we are ag
Jan 287 min read
