Oh my, this is incredible. My masculinity feels guilty for its type. I want to scream your pain away, tear down the impossible blood soaked sheets that hang always before your vision. Unlike soiled sheets a mind fused heart cannot be laundered, only comforted.

Sincerest hugs from me to you. ((Hugs))

This is powerful, emotional and all too relateable. How can these men/women be called human beings? Makes my skin crawl. Hugs and thank you for your strength to share this.