100%. Everything about it feels so male typical. Not feeling comfortable opening up to them to talk about just how shattered my mental state was right then, the constant ragging on each other, it coming to blows, and the inability to form new connections.

I always knew it would be tough to make new friends--since I didn't really make any after those first few--so I treasured the relationships I had, but one bad day and it all falls apart.

At least society seems to be increasingly aware of the issue. Maybe we can begin to raise our sons in a less emotionally restrictive way.