SisyphusA relationship can become a jail.
Not metaphorically. Not poetically.
A real one.
The kind where you lie in the dark wishing you could disappear just so you do not have to see that person again.
All Hail the Toxic Love
All hail the toxic love
It is a Thursday morning, close to noon. You are working, like every day, when a pressure starts building in your chest. You would never admit what it is, because you are big and strong, and big, strong men are not supposed to be afraid. But you are afraid. Finally,