Now I’m with someone who’s the complete opposite of this. I bring up a movie I love and he’ll watch it because he “wants to spend 2 hours in my mind”. We may never know each other fully but the whole point is to try.
The love of my life was a sweet and loving man, but practically incurious about me. The books, films, video games, stories, that made me who I am will probably remain untouched on his shelves forever. He once said we are the same person, but how could he know?
I knew a grandfather who was the primary caregiver for his granddaughter whilst his daughter was in law school. Men have the capacity to be good people.