I’m Talia and I used to believe that love meant doing everything so no one else had to.
I kept the house clean, the fridge full, the baby fed, the teenager (barely) on time, and my husband from collapsing under his construction boots.
I thought that was enough.
A tired woman leaning against a kitchen counter | Source: Midjourney
But then my son laughed at me with his friends and I realized that I’d built a life where being needed had somehow become being taken for granted.
