...among all of my friends--the low maintenance, easy going, happy, no drama friend in the group. I had oodles of patience for everything and everyone because I had my 2 soulmates, my mom and my husband. So, now...I feel this pressure (mostly internal--pride, from my mother, who gave me the best life of anyone) to be upbeat and "fine" and "over it," when I am dying inside. And, of course, no one gets it. And it's exhausting. And I am starting to resent everyone for making me put on an act for them, even though I am making myself do it. I have an amazing career that I worked so hard for, the best husband in the world...and I hate my life. I resent people for not getting it. Because of my job, etc., I haven't been able to post identifying info publicly, but I trust you all so much and feel so comfortable with you that I truly wish I could spend some of my real life with you...and less of it surrounded by the smug and the clueless.
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