I get this, Shannon. My husband is a fixer. He means well. He wants to help. But, when I am down, I just need to be and cry. I’ll get past it. He can’t fix it anyway. Sometimes, we just need space or a hug. We are not washing machines or cars or computers that need a part or a jump or a push or a reboot. Bent but not broken.
I was always a writer but lived in a bookkeeper’s body before I found Medium and broke free — well, almost. Working to work less and write more.
I was always a writer but lived in a bookkeeper’s body before I found Medium and broke free — well, almost. Working to work less and write more.
