We are increasingly close. We are friends *for real.* We are friends first, foremost, last, and—I hope—always. That feels incredible. [...]
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“It’s nice that he remembers me,” he said. “It’s just that it reminds me that he forgets me all the rest of the time.” [...] Some narcissism is developmentally appropriate. Also, I know these kids love me and I also know they take me for granted and I know they will probably not ever fully appreciate what I do for them, the sacrifices I make. They will never fully appreciate how loved they are either, unless or until they have children of their own and maybe not even then. [...]  Raising boys without men isn’t easy. Can superheroes help? Reflections on The Avengers, comic books, and the conversations they inspire. [...] | |||||
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