i was right. i got my proof that there is no happily ever after, just rage and hurt.
if i show up as human, tired, fallible, direct, and more than a little broken…the world falls apart, just like that. poof. done.
it’s not fair. a double standard. i want to be taken care of when i am broken, but it doesn’t work that way. instead of “hey, you are totallyyyyy not yourself this week, how do i help you,” i get “fuck you.”
i try hard. i am damaged, rough around the edges, but i give my time and my love until i’m exhausted. i give all i have, and recognize my many imperfections and weaknesses. somehow, all i have manages to fall short each and every time.
i guess i didn’t need proof that there is no happily ever after. i’ve known it all along. it still hurts like hell.