I'm sure it's obvious to everyone who's read my posts or blogs these last few weeks, but I am recovering from having my heart broken. I have spent a lot of these last few weeks being very emotional and raw, and I have cried more than I have in years. I'm the type of person who's either all in, or not at all, and having my heart broken has hurt like nothing has in years. But, as my mom used to tell me, I have always had too big a heart and wear it on my sleeve.
My sons have seen me being emotional, and I haven't tried to hide it from them. For one, I'm not ashamed of my emotions, of having them or expressing them, and I think it's good for them to see their father can feel that way so they don't grow up thinking they have to keep that stuff hidden and under control...like my dad.
I love my dad, but in his 70 years on this planet (of which I have only known him for 46 of them), I have only seen him cry once: when his mother passed away (not that it's not a perfectly valid reason to cry). I've seen him angry, I've seen him depressed, and I've seen him scared, but never seen him sad to the point of tears. I know, it's his generation, and it's also the way he was raised by his father. Which is why I'm so determined to break that cycle.
There's absolutely nothing wrong with not conforming to the toxic stereotypes of masculinity, and I truly believe it will help the world if more men decide to show that they're human and have human emotions. Take care of yourselves, take care of each other.
