No one left to talk to. Holding on to knowing that things will change things will change things will change this is not forever…..losing grip and hoping they change soon – if they don’t I might lose more than my grip.
I did dishes, he could’ve cooked.
I cooked, he could’ve done those dishes.
I already know what you want to say, you don’t have to tell me, and I’m not asking for advice.
There’s nowhere left to vent.