I am not asking for much

I am not asking for much

Here’s a brutal realisation:

I don’t think I’m asking for much.

I just don’t want to be the one whonotices everything,remembers everything,fixes everything…

and then gets asked,“what’s for dinner?” like I’ve been sat on my arse all day doing fuck all.

Because babe… it’s never just dinner, is it? It’s the invisible bloody spreadsheet running in my head 24/7.

Who needs what. What’s running out. What’s broken. What hasn’t been done. What will absolutely go to shit if I don’t handle it.

I’m not living life —I’m managing it like an unpaid project manager with zero annual leave and a team that keeps asking me where things are that are literally in front of their own faces.

And somehow…

I became the system.

Not part of it. Not supported by it. The whole damn operating system.

So when I say I’m tired, I don’t mean “ooh I could nap.” I mean I am sick of carrying a life that somehow runs perfectly for everyone else while I’m knackered.

And here’s the bit that really stings:

I helped create this shit. By stepping in.By fixing it. By making it look easy.By not saying, “sort it yourself” sooner.

But let me tell you what I’m realising now — If everything falls apart the second I stop… then it wasn’t a life. It was a performance.

And I’m done being the stage crew, director, and lead actressin a show nobody else even realises I’m running.

So no — I’m not asking for too much.

I’m asking for people to pull their bloody weight without needing a full briefing and a round of applause.

Revolutionary, I know.

Love from Missy Moo xxx