The F Word.

My male friends and I have a tough time talking about feelings

I consider myself lucky. I hang out with a bunch of guys who’ve known one another for most of our lives. We’re talking two decades worth of shenanigans, give or take. I didn’t think it was very significant until one of our girlfriends pointed out that it was rare to have close friendships that last this long. Looking back, it’s a wonder none of us has killed another yet.

From afar, we looked like a pretty happy bunch who got along extremely well. If you scratched past the surface, however, you’ll spot the cracks. Over the years, those cracks spread, and last year, they threatened to cause some serious damage.