Confession

I have a confession about having a chronic illness. It changes the dynamic of every relationship.
You asked me how I'm doing.  I answered 'same old, same old' because I knew your question was obligatory rather than genuine. I've tried transparency. That didn't work.
It's hard for me to lie, so instead, I tend to give an empty answer.  I want to be honest,  but I've learned that you aren't looking for honesty.  You're looking to feel comforted by my response. You've placed the weight of YOUR comfort above mine. Every time you reinforce that truth, you add another degree of separation between us.
When our connection dissolves, I won't carry that burden. It's not mine to carry. It's yours. Even if you won't acknowledge it.  

Relationship reality

This is how we do it

The heart forgives, yet doesn't forget

Screaming into the void... 😔