I asked you over yesterday because I had the worst day. I’d barely slept. I’d spent my whole time cleaning up after other people. I felt small and insignificant. And Tuesday was the only day of the week I could afford take out because it’s 20% off. I was anxious to return to work. I didn’t want to have to cook. I’d already done so much. It’s not worth getting take out for just me and there was no one I’d rather share it with. Something to look forward to at the end of the day so it didn’t suck so much. So it was a little easier to get through.
I wanted to put my little one to bed and rest my head on your shoulder so you could wipe away the tears and say it would all be okay. I needed you. But you couldn’t take a step out of your world for five minutes to make sure I was okay. Instead I had nothing to look forward to and the anxiety was so bad that I couldn’t even keep my dinner down. I wanted warm arms around me: instead I was sick, alone and cried myself to sleep.
Please someone offer just a scrap of kindness so I’ve got something happy in my day. You don’t have to love me, just wrap me up and tell me I’m safe. Tell me I’m worth more than this.