I am seething, enraged, broken, and hurt.
I long for respect, understanding, empathy, and companionship.
Why do you neglect this cup of mine that you’ve drunk dry?
Why do you yell and demand that I fill your cup to the brim?
I have poured myself out over and over again.
You have drunk of me gustily, greedily.
You care not if there’s anything left for me.
I am taking care of me now.
No longer will I spend me dry.
I will keep a reserve for me.
Now I quench my thirst first before I pour out unto you.
It makes you mad?
You don’t appreciate me any more, now that I am holding back?
It is well.
I wish you well.
I will not let you drink from my well.
I now have boundaries.
I care for me.
It was long overdue.