Despair is always lurking, isn’t it. You stumble through life trying to make it all work, phone this guy, emailing that women, making — or missing — deadlines, pleasing, pleasing, pleasing. It’s exhausting.
why can’t you just admit it? We’re done. Letting us just spiral down into a black hole of noncommunication is cruel. Simple as that. You say you never complain and never think of yourself. Well, this is the ultimate self-centeredness.