Oct. 7, 2025

Mr. B said he’s tired. He wants to be left alone. He says sometimes he just wants to be free for a while, from me, and from the baby.

I fought, and I retreated. I’m tired too. I’ve changed my entire life to accommodate caring for our baby. I learned to breastfeed. Learned to wake up and fall asleep on demand. Learned to finish eating and laundry and pee and brush teeth when there’s a single moment to spare. Learned to push my limit just a little more.

I want to be appreciated. I’m trying all I can, to care for our baby, to survive, to maintain and improve our relationship. All I want is a hug, a thank you, a warm gesture. But instead, I lashed out. I felt furious. My world went dark.

But I can’t keep on. Baby fell asleep, I have to sleep too. I have to swallow my anger and unhappiness, and get some rest. I have to rest, to be prepared for another long night and day.

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