Day to day

I can handle the monsoons and hurricanes like a champ, it’s been proven. I’ve buckled down and dealt with heartbreak, divorce and acceptance.

It’s the day to day rain I can’t deal with these days.

I have long stressful days at work. I come home to nothing, no one and no hot meals. All I want is a text or a question: “How are you? How was your day?” There is no one asking or waiting. The everyday burdens get heavy too. Sometimes I fight tears on the way home, out of fucking nowhere. I want to tell someone my day fucking sucked and not feel an ounce of guilt. I want to complain and bitch and cry on someone’s actual shoulder. I want to release my weak side, cause it exists.

This is a reoccurring problem lately. Obviously Ex-Mr didn’t do a very good job at taking care of me, but it was something until it was nothing. In result I had to take care of myself and I knew I was fully capable and ready to do so.

But I’m tired.

I’m pretty fucking tired now.

*SIGH—10,000 TINY VIOLINS PLAYING*