As many of you saw on my IG Stories, I had a little bit of a breakdown several days ago when I saw that a racist woman was able to raise hundreds of thousands of dollars by being racist. I talked about it with Anthony the following day and he started by saying, “I know how upset you were by that,” before offering his own thoughts and even advice on how to protect my heart a little better. First, by saying those few words in the beginning, I felt more seen than I can remember in a long time. It was an allusion to how often Anthony has seen me fall apart because of election results, a story in the news, a really bad opinion by 9 people in black robes, the deportation of US citizens, the erosion of human rights here and overseas. He gets that I cry, a lot, and instead of judging me for it, he loves me for it. But it also occurred to me then how we are so complementary. I feel things so hard and he processes things so well. I open his eyes to what grief looks like and he helps me to caute...