PEOPLE WITH SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AREN’T ATTENTION SEEKERS
PEOPLE WITH DEPRESSION AREN’T LAZY
PEOPLE WITH SOCIAL ANXIETY AREN’T RUDE
PEOPLE WITH MENTAL ILLNESS AREN’T CRAZY
My wife is away for work, and I am utterly adrift without her.
Nights feel longer. The silence is heavier. I find it hard to sleep without her beside me, her breathing, her warmth, the quiet gravity of her presence. Day by day, we’ve woven ourselves into each other’s rhythm thread by thread until I can no longer tell where I end, and she begins.
There’s no one to watch shows with, pausing to laugh or comment on a character’s foolishness. No one to share a meal with, not just the food, but the feeling of being known while eating. Sometimes, we just sit in silence, doing our individual tasks, but in that silence, I feel safe, loved and understood.
Marriage, when done right, isn’t a prison. It’s a greenhouse. You grow in it upward, outward. You bloom. I only wish I’d married her sooner.
Every act of sacrifice I make for her big or small is done not out of duty but devotion. Because she has brought such rich, radiant meaning to my life.
I remember coming home exhausted one night and falling asleep on the couch. I woke up with my shoes off, a blanket tucked around me and somehow, that moment told me everything I needed to know about love.
Marriage, when in sync with the right person, is like downshifting from gear 8 to gear 3 as you approach the Bus Stop chicane at Spa-Francorchamps.
You’re flying at 300 kph, the engine screaming, the world a blur, and then
8. 7. 6. 5.4.3.
Your brain compresses time.
Your left foot dances.
Your fingers are poised.
Your soul smiles.
Each downshift lands like a heartbeat, perfectly in time. The engine brake sings a beautiful symphony of pressure and grace. The gearbox spits and crackles like applause in a cathedral. The car shudders not in fear but in response. It’s alive. And you are dancing with it.
As you trail-brake into the corner, the rear end flickers just enough to remind you that you're mortal, but you're calm. Gear 3 locks in. The car rotates like it’s thinking with you, not against you. You glide over the curb, short-shift to 4th, and rocket out of the apex with purpose.
That’s what marriage is.
When it works, it’s not chaos. It’s control. It’s not noise. It’s harmony.
It’s not slowing down, it’s finding the right gear to move forward together.
Hear me out:
Keep SSG until the Goku Black arc and make Goku Black be the first to combine SSJ and God ki on accident because he's already a God (making Rose), so then Goku and Vegeta discover Blue trying to do the same
I want romance. I want intimacy. I want the 2 am love making. I want consistency, loyalty. I want the random looks of admiration. I want to know you're just for me. I want date nights. I want love so pure and true. I want it because I can return it