My stepdad, Greg, never said 'I love you.' He was a hard man. Worked construction. Came home, ate, slept. He paid for my college. He paid for my car. But he never hugged me. I always thought he resented me. I wasn't his real son. Greg died of a heart attack last week. I was cleaning out his truck. In the glove box, I found a worn-out notebook. It was a diary. Entry 1: Met a woman with a boy today. The boy looks sad. I want to make him smile. Entry 50: The boy needs braces. Picking up extra shifts. Entry 200: He graduated today. I stayed in the back so I wouldn't embarrass him with my dirty work clothes. I've never been prouder. Entry 500: I wish I knew how to talk to him. I just hope he knows I’d die for him. I sat in the driver's seat of his dusty truck and cried until I couldn't breathe. He didn't say it. He did it. Every single day. Love isn't always words. Sometimes, it’s calloused hands and a tired back.
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Inside Out 2 was a BEAUTIFUL movie…BEAUTIFUL! It basically taught me that anxiety is the thief of joy. It will RUIN your life if you let it take over. Also that anxiety is literally just the fear of the future but if you live in the present moment & enjoy it at all times, you can really beat anxiety!
I’m very careful w men because they do a real good job at making you feel like they want *you* solely but they really just want a woman around period, they don’t care who it is