There's no holiday cheer in our home. It never is. Any cheer truthfully, unless I supply it. I'm tired thou. Overworked & underappreciated. It's in my face. It's in every single, "Don't worry about it." I mutter. But it's unnoticed. Ignored. Not a priority. I'm trying to b the best friend/lover/partner/parent/person possible. Breaking my spirit. Stressing. I'm drained. But I must paint on a smile. Say that I'm fine... wonder if I'd b missed when I'm gone???
Tale of 2 Fish, One Ponds