But I’m so goddamn sick of pretending. I spend my whole life pretending. Pretending I don’t fear I’m a bad mother. Pretending I don’t feel lonely. Pretending I’m not head over heels for the man standing in front of me. Pretending I’m not afraid he’s going to grow tired of me and walk away too. I don’t have the strength to pretend anymore, so I let him see all the vulnerability I’m used to hiding. I wear it plain as day on my face. “It made me feel like you didn’t want me.”
