Every man

There was a man who yelled at his wife in the grocery check out line. And called her names for nothing. Very ugly names. 

There was a man who cussed out an older gentleman for not seeing him as the older gentleman backed out.

There was a man who looked at a young child tired of being in the buggy as if that child was the worst human on this earth.

BUT there was a man who brought me donuts, kisses my pouts, listens to my rants, eases my doubts, believes in us, leads, loves, supports, trusts, and so much more.

So for every man who doesn’t respect their significant other or others period, I become more and more thankful for my own man. My own hero. My own soulmate. He shows me everyday that there’s an opposite to those ugly, disrespectful, self-absorbed types. He shows me every day that he isn’t every man. However, he is my everything.