I am suffocating in your guilt.
I didn’t get you into this mess.
I didn’t cause this to happen,
but yet I’m stuck dealing
with your consequences.
It’s not my job to be your pity party.
It’s not my job to make you feel better.
It’s not my job to make you less lonely.
Stop making it sound like it is.
I have a real job
with actual responsibilities.
I don’t have the time
or energy really to
deal with your constant guilt trips.
I’ll tell you what I tell the kids:
I don’t do tears,
Man up and get your shit together.
Stop suffocating me with YOUR problems.
I have enough of my own.
