Petition for vibrators lights to start flashing red or something when it’s at like 20% battery so you charge it in time and it doesn’t die in you when you are on the verge of having an orgasm
That’s when it clicked. I wasn’t someone she showed up for. I was just someone she used when things were falling apart. Because somehow her emergencies were always urgent,
but my tiredness could wait until business hours.
I started noticing how often I bent my life around other people’s problems. Late nights. Early mornings. Emotional labor on demand.