The Minimizer

It seems like lately I have been downplaying everything. I pretend that I don't need help with the kids, that I have a handle on stuff when I really don't, that I am not in any physical pain and that I am not in need of any personal connections.

Isn't that what I am suppose to do? I'm mommy, I'm the wife. I'm not suppose to be another problem to fix. Which I am not, nor do I want to be looked at that way. So, for the most part I say nothing. I give up. I pretend that I had a good day. I pretend that I didn't even mind giving up my frosted mini wheat cereal, that I don't care that I haven't tasted a Scotch in over 5 weeks (FIVE FUCKING WEEKS!!). I just sit and wait, like the plants I've forgotten to water. I'll wait for someone to put their phone down and look at me through their eyes like they use to.

Hi! Remember me? Your friend, your aunt, your sister, your coworker, your whatever. I'll never tell you I need help, nor do I want anyone in my house messing with my things and kids but just smile at me once in a while and hug me a little longer than usual and I'll do the same.