HipHop/Sports Junkie

Y'all are so busy keeping score of YOUR sacrifices that you never stopped to ask how many dreams your husbands had to bury just to keep the family standing. You think a husband driving a truck for 14 hours straight was living his dream? You think a husband driving Uber and sleeping in his car dreamed of that as a boy? You think a husband working as a security guard standing for 12 hours dreamed of holding a gate? You think a husband who is a plumber with his hands in shit dreamed of that life? You think a husband working in a warehouse lifting boxes until his spine gives out did that for FUN? NO. Men had dreams too. Bigger dreams than yours. He wanted to be a pilot. A footballer. A businessman. A musician. He had plans. But then life punched him in the mouth. Woman got pregnant. Rent doubled. Mother got sick. Bills piled up. So he KILLED his dream with his own hands and went to work. No announcement. No tears on Instagram. No TED Talk. And when he dies at 58 from heart attack, high blood pressure, stroke from years of stress and silence You will stand at his funeral and say "he was a good provider." Not a dreamer. Not a man who once wanted more. Not a soul who sacrificed everything. Just a provider. That's all he will ever be to you. Shut up.