Remember when life was easier? I do.
You were so respectful of me then. But, we were younger…
We had fewer responsibilities and fewer places we had to be, fewer people counting on us.
It’s not that way now.
I remember when you cried less, you screamed less and you weren’t so upset with me all the time.
I didn’t want to let you down but we were in this together, so what happened to you, inevitably happened to me.
I remember when something as simple as movement made you happier…
You’ve said such terrible things about me over the years. Things I never wish I heard, but once I did they were harder to forget.
Now, you’re in pain a lot and you don’t want to be seen by others because you’re ashamed.
I don’t want you to be ashamed. I want you to care again.
Because when you care, things get better.
Everything gets better.
What you eat, what you wear and how you feel… get better.
I can tell.
It’s evident in everything you do.
But it hasn’t been that way in years, and the longer this goes on the harder it is to break the cycle.
I want you to show me that I matter to you again.
I’m tired of you treating me like I’m disposable and not worthy of more.
It’s not like I can find someone else to do this for me. You’re all I have…
And if you can’t do it, I’ll never have what I need to thrive.
I want you to remind me what it’s like to live a fulfilling life, like I did when you loved me.