My love… how r u?
I’m really struggling, mentally, with these obligations my love… I’m on “holiday” — but I’m working for your mother-in-law for free.
It feels exploitative.
It feels like she’s just taking advantage of my labour.
And my holiday is supposed to me my time… for me.
So why am I obligated to help her for hours on end? What do I get out of it?
Okay she is helping to feed doggy right now as I am gathering myself for the morning. Is that the only balance here? That she sometimes helps with doggy?
My love… just do what u gotta do, and then pour it all out of me afterwards. Whatever negativity, whatever resentments. Tell me, don’t tell her about it. Tell me.
Sigh… I suppose that’s how I’ll roll for today…
You get to enjoy Bridgerton afterwards right?
Yeah…
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