The limes seemed like an appropriate metaphor for how I am feeling currently.
Sour.
It’s amazing how something that takes such an exceptional amount of time and effort can be unappreciated when it slips into the realm of expected….particularly when there is no actual basis for that expectation. And it’s an even more bitter fruit to suck on when the expectation expands to “can’t you do more”?
Why is it that women are so programmed to feel guilty for wanting a simple thank you from above. And why should it hurt so much when it is always absent, no matter the effort.
