Saturday, October 5, 2013
Matzo ball soup
One shouldn't have to make one's own matzo ball soup when sick. But I did. Feeling like crap is always, well, crappy, but combined with self-pity over one's lonely situation is even worse. I want someone to make me some soup and some tea and put me to bed. But no, not only do I not have someone to take care of me, I have three boys to take care of too. It's not even that I'm missing the STBEX. He was never much of a caretaker. I might have gotten a nap from him if I'd asked for it, but he wasn't/isn't the type to look out for my needs above his own. I texted him this morning and told him I was sick and wondered if he would be willing to help with the boys some today. He said he was sorry I was sick but had a busy day planned. Yeah right. Busy with what. Who cares. It's nothing new really. Why should I be surprised?