The rain continued its gentle patter against the window.
A soothing rhythm amidst the chaos.
Yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling.
The relief of the recipe was temporary.
The things I tried to ignore were simmering.
A quiet tension filled the air.
As I chopped vegetables, my thoughts wandered.
What if I couldn’t handle tomorrow?
The meeting, the questions, the expectations.
It all felt overwhelming.
I needed to prove I was managing it all.
But the truth was, I felt like I was drowning.
The pressure was constant.
My partner’s indifference weighed heavily.
It was as if my voice didn’t matter.
Any attempt to share my burdens met with dismissal.
Or worse, silence.
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