Today it was minimal social interaction that was honest but somewhat unpleasant, coupled with a day of not really accomplishing anything.
But I took care of myself.
I told myself there was no point crying. I was crying because of my pain, my emotions. Supposedly I was overwhelmed because I had to cope on my own, instead of being coddled by my spouse.
But let's think here, I could have told him I need him to handle it, and even though he is dead tired her would have, but the reason I didn't was because I wanted to do something for him, I wanted to put him first and take care of his needs.
Albeit, bitchily because of said emotions, and he probably felt as unsatisfied after that exchange as I did, but he was still going to get said sleep need taken care of.
So I stopped, and told myself to take a look at what had happened.
I have a need, I decided that need was less of a precedent than his need, and benched it.
So my "need" isn't important.
I'm not saying that he didn't think that need was important.
I'm saying I decided that need wasn't important. It's irrelevant to me as a slave.
I stopped crying to think about it.
Then I played some balloon tower games on my tablet (and lost horribly).
But I feel better.
I cried, I stopped it, I did something else, something easy to distract me.
And it helped.
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