Dear Old Jonathan
Dear Old Jonathan, I look at you now with so much love and compassion. And if, 3 years ago, someone had told you that I’d be using love, compassion, and Jonathan in the same sentence? You’d have laughed in their face. “Men don’t talk like that. Men don’t talk about feelings.” And you? You tried to bury your feelings in pizza, wings, chips, doughnuts … And I don’t blame you. You don’t need to feel guilty about that anymore. You didn’t know any better. You didn’t have the tools, the knowledge, the understanding. You were doing the best you could…