My toxic trait?

 My toxic trait? I will burn myself out before I ask for help with my kids. Not because I’ve got it all handled, but because I’m tired of pretending I trust people who don’t really show up.

I’m not leaving my babies with someone who sees it as a chore. I want them with people who light up when they see them, not just tolerate them until I get back.

So yeah, I’ll keep running on fumes, juggling everything, because their little hearts are worth that much to me. I don’t need pity. I need real support or nothing at all.

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