I sometimes wish my partner would get angry with me for working too much, just so I could feel justified in walking away from everything.
It’s like I’m waiting for an excuse to escape the constant pressure, the endless tasks, and the guilt of not being present at home. I love my family, but the office feels like an easier place to hide from the emotional weight I’ve built up at home. It’s not that I don’t care — I care too much. I just don’t know how to be everything for everyone without breaking apart.
