We can either complain or train
In chapter 4 of #CryLikeAMan, I share how after the divorce, my father spent only one day a week with me—often making me feel like a chore. I will never forget the evening he complained to my mother about my poor dining etiquette at a restaurant. Although his words hurt me, I refused to allow that pain to cause me to complain about the next generation of boys who need training—instead I created what they needed.
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