So I talked to my dad tonight. He was so happy I'm posting. He also knows that I have insecurities about my writing because I feel less intelligeng than the viewers and writers. But he encouraged me to write..... so here it goes...
Making dinner for no one....
If you know me, food is my passion. I dont only enjoy eating I enjoy making others happy with my food. Im a people pleaser 100%. Other people's pleasure brings me joy.
Its a Sunday night at 8:35 and I have meatballs, pasta and eggplant parm almost done. Keep in mind we never eat before 9 because we all work.
Everyone in my house is snoring. I cant help but feel unappreciated and lonely. I am so tired of doing things for others with no reciprocation. Its hard to not feel unappreciated. Im 42 with 3 kids who are almost done with college. Im to a point in my life that I would probably be happier back packing and sleeping amongst the fairies. Dad.told me a few weeks ago that he just wished he could walk in the woods and hold hands. Me too dad, me too.
Also this message board has no spell check which sucks. I've gotten spoiled with modern technology. Told you I enjoyed complaining:)