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I just spent the past 3 hours watching After Life by Ricky Gervais—absolutely beautiful. I spent every episode in tears. I know I shouldn’t have, being a male in America and all—men shouldn’t cry, because being angry is far more masculine. I suppose I should have stormed out of the room instead. I’m rambling.
For those who haven’t seen it, it’s about a man, Tony, who had a wonderful life with his wife before she tragically lost her battle with breast cancer, and over the course of the season we watch Tony, after failing to kill himself, take out his pain on the world around him, and himself. Sounds like a fun little binge, right? Well, my bulldog and I watched it in one go, and it was like watching myself. I divorced some time ago, and I grieved for a long time…sometimes I still do.
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