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A man risked his life to save six people from a burning apartment building in Paris, France. Video shows hero, Fousseynou Cissé, standing on a narrow ledge outside a smoke-filled window, ur

A man risked his life to save six people from a burning apartment building in Paris, France. Video shows hero, Fousseynou Cissé, standing on a narrow ledge outside a smoke-filled window, ur

For 12 years, I was married to a conventionally “nice guy.” He never hit me. Never cheated (or at least I didn’t know and we never had infidelity issues), he never even argued much. He was calm. Quiet. Agreeable. In the beginning I thought that meant I was safe, and I felt lucky to have him. Because other women had worse right? But this is exactly why the marriage eventually failed… His “good guy” image meant he never led. He never decided. He never carried weight. So I did. I had to step in and keep the boat rowing and afloat. Financially. Emotionally. Strategically. And eventually I was left tired, exhausted and resentful. Because “nice” without initiative is passivity. And passivity turns a wife into infrastructure. I wasn’t married to a monster. I was married to a passenger. And I had to step off that car that was leading me to oblivion.

“Do you even realize how lucky you are to have me?!” said my shiny beedrill in Leaf Green