I hurt. I had an appointment at the dentist that went down the dark tunnel of torture. My face went from completely numb to numb and throbbing. I want someone to care.
I want someone to rub my back and kiss my forehead and make that noise that people make when they love someone and feel bad that they are suffering. I want to feel loved.
I am a good person. As a partner, I am fun, loyal, attentive and encouraging… I baby my love, tend to his needs, stroke his ego and his woes, why can’t I have the same? When will it ever be my turn to be cared for?
I do realize I’m having a pity party. It’s okay, I’ve earned it.