In the past, I did a very poor job. My life literally revolved around work. I molded my personal life around it. I didn’t take care of much at home at all, and I should have because I was caring for another person. I was often too tired to do anything when I got off.
It wasn’t fair for him or me to have the place in such disarray.
I would cook, try to do the dishes in a timely order and when he was well, we traded off with dish washing, taking out the trash and laundry. He did try to help by reheating something I’d made once.
It was burnt and blackened… We still ate, and I told him thanks, even though I was screaming inside.
He left the cooking and reheating to me after that one. Managing the finances and bills also fell on me, which I worked a lot harder to keep on top of. Seeing as we needed utilities on and insurances paid on time…
And yes, we did at one point argue about money.
It was stupid… Just senseless, and I remember that time and can’t help but laugh about it.
He never complained though about our home… and my terrible work/life balance … which is something I can appreciate… looking back.
Now though? Doing better at striking some sort of balance for myself.
I can’t ever take care of another person like that again. It hurt so much when he died.
Healthwise, I’m not well and unable to work in my field again. So now, I’m twitching in between home life and health monitoring & appointments.
So I have Medical, Home/Life, Work balance.
My energy is always a factor, but I’m trying to do my best.
One of these days…
~J. Lyst
…I’ll get on top of it all one day.
Hey, Miss J! 
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