I wrote a rant today in which I said terrible things: nasty comebacks to an ignorant, oft uttered comment and a whole hypothetical conversation, all designed to make people who’ve uttered such things feel small and ashamed and never say them again, not to me and not to anybody else.

Then, I read it to my husband, who laughed at the snarky bits and rubbed my knee when I cried because the whole of it is true, and I wondered if other creatures hurt when they release their venom, too, or if it is a relief to let it out. Or both.

“I’m going to read all my rants to you,” I said.

“Okay,” he replied.

And now, I don’t need to let it see the light of day.

 #friendship