More people are concerned with why women stay in abusive relationships than why men are abusing women
When you called tonight I knew it wasn’t actually for advice or for me to tell you what to do.
You already knew.
What you needed hear, and the best thing I could give you, was “I love you. I’m here for you. I hear how sad and torn up and confused you are.”
You said you’d hoped I wouldn’t judge you but the fact is, you needed me not to. You needed me to be a friend. You know the decisions to make: the hard ones, the ones that take days and months and endless patience, the ultimately right decisions.
You needed comfort, you needed love, you needed to be told you’re a flawed human and, to quote Brenè Brown, “you’re deserving of love and belonging.”
You needed the big little words and I’m so grateful I was able to be there, to provide that for you, this time and all the times coming.
I know because I need them too. And I’m so glad our friendship, separated by miles and miles, is still wide open to our humanity and ability to love.
Thank you for opening up to me, for calling me, for being your perfectly flawed self. It allows me to do the same and isn’t that just the greatest part of friendship?