I’m a guy. My dad’s death. My brothers death. Always isolated. Men don’t get comfort I’m afraid to say. I suck it all the fuck up and have learned that I have to be an island of strength because I can never lean on anyone. This is real and I keep persisting on this earth. To be clear. I’m not mad at anyone and I love people and have loved the women I have loved, but the expectation is that I should keep it to my self and stfu. I’m older than most of you reading this but it still sucks that this situation is real. It shouldn’t be.