How do I explain this.
How do I accept that I just might be a horrible person.
I admit I I’m having an emotional affair. It’s with a friend I’ve known for 20 years. We dated for a while.
He knows the hell that my husband has put me through the past 10+ years.
He’s encouraged me to work through my insecurities on my own.
There’s no 20 question interrogation about the epitome root cause of why I don’t like or want to do something.
He’s choosing to celebrate the little wins with me.
He’s mad sure that I understand that I’m more than good enough for anyone.
If I say I don’t like something he’s okay with what answer I give him.
Its a relief to be treated equally and like a human.
like I matter and my choices matter.
The quiet mouse 
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