I hate to admit it.
But I’m a “Yes Man”.
Not because I don’t have ideas or opinions of my own but because personal preference doesn’t hold a candle to your happiness and the ease with which our relationship is carried out.
I’m often late, but I'll always come through.
Because I said I would.
But I’m starting to see how you don’t truly appreciate my sacrifices. And I swear I can even see judgment in your eyes when I’m only trying to make you happy.
I’ve always told myself it’s worth it. I don’t need recognition. But I think it’s gone beyond that now. I might just be worth more that I’ve been giving to you.
Or maybe I’m just on my period.
You know what, never mind, pretend I didn’t say anything...what would you like for dinner?