Sometimes you’re the bad guy. Even in those moments where you are doing everything right and putting yourself last and taking the brunt of everyone’s shit. Even when you’re crying and screaming inside because you’re giving all of yourself and no one sees it, no one cares in the least.

They expect you to power through all the bullshit and the pain, and they expect it because thats what they’ve learned. We think it’s ok to take what they dole out. We make excuses for them, become their biggest champions, and again suffer through in silence.

Yet….I’m still the bad guy.

How long before they see it? How long before I crumble? Too long and there will be no more pieces to pick up, no way to put me back together. Too long and that wall I have worked so hard to take down will come back. Too long and all the past resentment and disappointment will return. Too long and the power to forgive will be long forgotten.

Too long and I will actually become the bad guy.

By Angie Amadon

Wife and fur-mom of 3. Depression and anxiety are with me always, but do not define me.

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