Some nights, man…

you look around and swear the whole damn planet is held together by duct tape, wishful thinking, and the faint smell of tequila from someone who promised they’d “be home early.”

And there you are.

Sitting with your thoughts, your loyalty, your effort, your damn heart on the table like a dog waiting for scraps.

Meanwhile?

They’re out there clinking glasses with people whose names you couldn’t care less about, while you’re left holding the emotional grenade with the pin halfway out.

But here’s the real punch in the ribs:

It’s not the drinking.

It’s the not listening.

It’s the not caring.

It’s that rotten little ache that says:

“Damn… you really didn’t give a shit that I needed you tonight.”

That’s the kind of hurt that doesn’t bruise.

It festers.

You start questioning everything—

your worth, your patience, your sanity, your ability to keep showing up for someone who can’t bother to meet you halfway even on a good day.

The world is already spinning off its axis.

Bills. Work. Stress.

Endless responsibilities and silent pressures that nobody sees until they collapse on top of you.

And instead of a partner?

Instead of a teammate?

You get a ghost with a bar tab.

So yeah—be angry.

Be furious.

Be incandescent.

You’re not wrong.

You’re not “overreacting.”

You’re not needy.

You’re human—

with a heart that still gives a damn even when it’s tired of bleeding.

And the cruelest part?

You only get this angry when you love someone enough that their absence feels like betrayal.

So tonight, let the world spin.

Let the drinks flow wherever they may.

Let the people who don’t listen stay deaf.

Because you?

You’re the one who carries the weight, the fire, the loyalty, and the backbone.

And if they can’t see that?

Then maybe it’s time they learn what it feels like when you stop showing up.

Stay Dirty. Stay Human. Stay Unbreakable, brother.

We rise even when they disappoint us.