Our problem never exists within someone else, but always within ourselves. There’s a litany of words that spill over lips and computer screens. Men who perhaps are different, perhaps have different intentions or beliefs, yet in the end—or really, I suppose, in the beginning—they all say the same thing. You only ended up saying the same thing I’ve heard from others. Others who loved me, who tried to love, who had good intentions to love me. In the end though, it was themselves