Day after day the feeling never goes away. After a 8 year marriage 9 years together. The trauma of being yelled at and having things thrown at my face for even stating I was tired after a 16 hour shift. It’s hard to openly talk about all the things In the picture. Happily divorced and found my person.
Things I wish I could say without ridicule:
This was not in my job description.
I think it’s unfair that we have assigned parking and I’m the furthest parking spot away from the door based off I’m the youngest when I am indeed permanently disabled and have the paperwork to prove it and a handicap parking permit.
My body is relapsing and I need to have the day off or work from home.
My legs lost feeling. I CANT WALK A-HOLE!
I need help.
Why am I always the responsible adult.
I know there are many medications for this issue. We don’t share a body. In return you don’t know my pain tolerance or my thrush-hold. Trust me. If I wanted medication I’ll go to a doctor’s office.
I sleep 15 hours. Yes. I am still tired. Let me fall back to sleep and you do what you wanted me to do.
