My Mom Blocked Me to Save My Dog—and It Saved Me Too

I refused, in arguments I didn’t want, in comments that weren’t mine:

Sometimes love looks like a hug.

Sometimes love looks like a meal.

And sometimes love looks like a locked door with a bag of dog food behind a planter.

Not because you don’t care.

Because you care enough to risk being misunderstood.

Because you care enough to let someone carry their own continue reading …