Tolerating always turns to resentment. At first, you call it patience, then love. But what it really is, is self-abandonment. Every time you swallow a boundary, excuse a pattern, or silence your discomfort, something inside you keeps score. And eventually, the bill comes due.
"Men suffer in silence."
No, they don't. They make the people around them suffer instead.
They offload their pain onto the women closest to them. Every time.
Dear old people, waking up at 6am, tending to a garden, eating dinner at 5pm, reading books, and going to bed at 9:30pm feels amazing.
I was wrong. You were right.