Golden retriever
This is a piece I wrote on Substack that I’m bringing over here. It feels somewhat timely what with men being problematic again.
the world used to tell me to find myself a man with absolute devotion and undying affection. a golden retriever, they said.
in time, i eventually met such a man. i felt overjoyed that a kind, gentle, and warm human being was mine to share life with.
but soft whispers soon turned into shouts, loving caresses became indifference. the promises he made of a future that i often dreamed about got broken one by one.
i realized that the words from him i so admired lacked any real depth. he was no poet, but an actor.
eventually, i found my golden retriever wagging his tail at someone else. in that moment, i was reminded that a golden retriever is still a dog.