Men don’t break often. But when they do, they don’t bend — they shatter. And what’s left doesn’t always go back together. We like to pretend that men are emotionally inert. Stoic. Unbothered. But that’s projection. It’s not that men don’t feel deeply. It’s that they’ve been trained — by culture, by history, by women themselves — not to show it. To take it on the chin. To go to work. To pay the mortgage. To carry the coffin.
THIS IS THE DAMNED HARD TRUTH
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