Reminds me of my mom getting remarried several years ago, for about a weekend – dude waited until after the wedding to tell her he expected her at waiting at home with dinner waiting when he finished work.
I dunno, like I get that this version of manhood is “normal” but goddamn is it the most brittle, contemptable fuckin thing
There’s this concept in Buddhism called mudita. It means “sympathetic joy” or “joy felt at another person’s happiness without one’s own bullshit getting in the way.”
I don’t understand why there ain’t more of that in the world. Why put schadenfreude on a fuckin pedestal when you can feel mudita, especially for someone you supposedly love?
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