

Lost my wife in September. Girls aged 6 and 3. I’m already a hollowed out husk of a human, without support from grandparents that live in the same city I don’t know how I’d ever get by. I am a parent and I don’t see how parents do it. Sorry to dump but this resonated with me.



At first I frowned and rolled my eyes Then I read that and thought, Hmm yeah they’re probably right I’m in my own privately curated echo chamber. But, it can’t be all that bad if that private echo chamber is all about compassion and empathy, right? Sometimes living in a bubble can be a bit healthy right? I dunno, rambling.