He rushed down the stairs and began gathering his things as I tried to tell him about everything I had already done for the day. That was it. But somehow it broke my heart. Everything had just been drained out of me, and I had nothing to give. After he left, I stood in my clean house, stirred my perfect sauce, looked at my empty laundry room, and began to cry.
Nobody really cares.
I just want somebody to say thank you. I want to be valued. Then I became angry at Paul. I must be married to the most insensitive man in the world. I can't do anything to please him.