You think you know me…
I’m the fit but not exactly trim lady who lives near you.
I have the three perfectly behaved children that sometimes play with your kids. The ones that when they come to play your kids stop screaming and fighting and you can actually sit for a minute.
I’m the lady at the office that makes a homemade cake for every person’s birthday.
But you don’t hate me because…
My lawn is not perfect.
My dog barks unnecessarily.
I don’t wear make-up most of the time and I dress conservatively, so your husband doesn’t notice me.
In fact you kinda like me because ..
I volunteer for the most awful task of the event you’re planning. Smiling and laughing the whole time.
I don’t gossip or curse but I’ll listen attentively and compassionately to anything you need to get off your chest.
I never say “no” if you ask for my help
But I need to let you know that…
I’m sick.
Not in that wear pink and walk three days in my shoes kinda sick – the other kind the “hush-hush sweet Charlotte” kind of “sick”
I’m co-dependent and depressed and I need to get better. I need to tell you this because it’s contagious. I’m afraid my 11 year old daughter has it and my husband is suffering from lack of sleep and heart palpitations since I confessed that i want to die.
I’m so tired of being sad. So tired of needing to be needed. I care what you think of me and I don’t even know you. I don’t care if you’re my waitress or the person who uses the stall in the public bathroom after me. YOU HAVE TO LIKE ME! TRUST ME! TELL ME I’M WONDERFUL!
But I won’t believe you…
Because you don’t know me.
