I Went to Return My Neighbor’s Pliers – When He Opened the Door, My Legs Gave Out and I Shouted, ‘What Does It All Mean?!’

This time not like a joke, not like a breakdown, but just as a woman asking the question she’s been avoiding for years.

“What does it all mean?”

And in the silence, something inside me didn’t flinch.

Maybe it meant I was finally asking. Maybe it meant I wasn’t afraid to know.

Maybe I was allowed to want more — comfort, love, and joy — without apologizing.

And maybe, finally, that was enough.

If this happened to you, what would you do?

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