Fellas it’s never easy. But it gets better as they get older. Sort of like the flow chart of a low risk stock: short term peaks and valleys, ends up progressing over a 20 year span, maintaining a slow/steady climb. That said, knowing what I still put my parents through, and seeing that sometimes my 14 and 11 year olds I married into are more difficult than my 3 year and 17 month old, you’re never fully in the clear. The difference being you can always take teenagers phones/technology away and send them to their room. A crying toddler not so much.
My story is that of a 37-year-old white male, father of 4, in an interracial marriage. Beyond just a checkered past always trying to catch up with me, I also struggle with the day to day. This format is as much for me as it is for anyone who wants to read it and be involved. There will be no structure, aside from the balloons of content and random ideas and observations popping into my head and being put to paper. No rhyme or reason. I take on my aggression, opinions, happiness and frustration and put it into words. It’s the way I vent. It’s the way I cope. It’s the way I love. Its the way I hate. Most importantly its the way I best express myself. That’s the edge…That’s what keeps me from my own second guessing, any censorship, editing or any worrying about what anybody thinks of the content here. Any criticism becomes irrelevant.