He carries the weight outside these walls

 He carries the weight outside these walls.

The deadlines. The pressure. The expectations.

And I carry the weight inside them.

The invisible kind.
The remembering.
The anticipating.
The emotional labor that never clocks out.

The meals, the moods, the schedules, the needs that don’t announce themselves but still need tending.
The way a house holds everything we don’t say out loud.

It isn’t a competition.
It’s a partnership built on different kinds of strength.

And some days, the weight I carry doesn’t look heavy.
But it is.
And it matters.