Ty

I don't know.

Really?

I don't know.

It was a waste of time.

Well, okay, I won't say a waste of time because what it did reveal to me was, like, well, this is – I should have followed my gut, I feel like.

You know what I mean?

I should have followed my gut and just, like, not did it.

I wonder if the pregnancy triggered that thought process because in a way, because I was like, all right, like I knew that I had to dive into certain stuff when you were gone and like, okay, how do I handle?

It was hard to handle my own shit inside while simultaneously feeling like I need to walk on eggshells.

Cause you're a newly released,

no i get it like i didn't want to oh okay how like so i knew i had to like bring it up eventually and talk about like the feelings i was having but i i didn't want to like uh ruin any progress and it's important for you to be able to share however you were feeling or you know or whatever was going on um well it just felt like it just felt like almost like my issues weren't

like they weren't a priority or they didn't as matter as much as yours or like if i had any slight um you know like disagreement or not disagree any any slight like uh annoyed with anything it was like i was not allowed to feel that way i wasn't gonna feel frustrated i wasn't

It was more or less like – I don't know.

I think just being – okay, being the caretaker, quote-unquote, whatever, and then feeling like, okay, I almost got to caretake you a little bit too because you just got out of treatment and you were so sensitive and vulnerable and I didn't –

I was like, when is the right time to talk about how I'm feeling?

I guess.

When is the right time to talk about this?

It wasn't fair.

You just got out.

What am I supposed to do?