Not sure if I’m talking about the personal weight of today or the political one. Maybe they’re the same now. It’s been heavy.
The teenager in me who joined the Marine Corps in a post-9/11 world is activated, and I know I’m not the only one. Around that same time, I met my husband. And every time we fight, I can’t tell if it’s us now, pushing 40, or the idealistic, sometimes reckless kids we used to be. The ones who thought we’d change everything.
Instead, we keep fighting the same damn battles. And honestly, I don’t know who to blame anymore. A heart can only break so many times before it stops distinguishing between personal pain and collective collapse.
I guess I’ll have to go write about it.
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