Am sick of it all, am fed up of trying to keep everybody else happy, am sick of thinking about what to do for dinner every night and everyone leaving it to me. On the odd occasion they do bloody have an idea or cook I am supposed to be eternally grateful, who said it was my job anyway? I sick of working as hard as I do for peanuts and to still struggle to pay me bills each month. I am fed up that none of the romantic dreams you ever had as a young girl came true for me, what did I do wrong? Everyone else gets the man the house and the happy family with days out. What do I get ? I get to struggle each month to make ends meet an occasions where I haven’t eaten as I do t have anything, or not being able to afford my chosen sanitary wear so have to resort to wearing what a friend brought hot me to use after an op.
What did I do so wrong ? I try to make people happy and to be considerate. All I wanted was a simple happy life. Instead a constant financial struggle and no future.
What’s the point ? There must be more, at least I hope there’s more. Maybe one day I’ll be the girl swept off her feet…if only.
Once again I’ll count my blessings and that will have to me enough because… things like that don’t happen to girls like me