Sad

Last night I was sad and when you asked me why I said I didn't know. I lied. I do know why I'm sad. I'm sad because I miss romance. I miss the words and notes and gestures and touches that told me how much I mean to you. I know you love me, but I wish you'd show it more, the way you used to. I need to hear it, not just the words but the feeling behind them. I want to feel you needing me. I hardly ever feel that anymore. I want you to treat me like your greatest treasure. And as if that didn't hurt enough, I wake up to find a note from someone else, saying things only you should be saying...and all I can do is fight back the tears, wishing those words were from you instead.

Me

Ugly. Fat. Worthless. Lazy. Indulgent. Stupid. Not good enough. I hate me.

One Sided

You don't even grasp how much I need you. You don't see or understand because you don't feel it...you don't need or even want me. I'm another burden, a chore...not a pleasure. Will it always be this way? Will you ever want me again?

Think there's no job more thankless than Motherhood?

Try Step-Motherhood. I guess there's some fine print to Mother's Day that reads, "Step-mothers do not qualify". Oh well.