They say love is in the little things.
So what does it mean when the little things never come?
He has the money. He has the time.
But I’m still the one fighting for both of us.
Checking his gout. Watching his orange urine.
While mine hits 165 and I go to the health center alone.
I’m learning something:
I can’t force someone to care.
But I can choose to care for myself.
Starting now...