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Ugh I am so stressed out all the time. I am the one making sure the bills are set to be paid on time. And making sure there’s food. And making sure there’s gas in the cars. And making sure the apartment is clean.

And honestly I don’t think he gets that I stress about a million and one things every day so that he doesn’t have to. And part of me is jealous that he doesn’t have those worries and part of me is angry and wishes he understood just how much I am doing.

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