Happy 15th anniversary, Sangram!

Let’s talk about my husband-

Because apparently I am his emotional support STRESS BALL 🙄 

While he treats work like his spouse.

First of all—

He LOVES his job

Too much.

Aggressively,

Romantically,

Like he’s in a relationship with his laptop,

And I am the “other” woman 👩🏻 😫😭

The moment Teams pings

His whole body activates—

He sits up straight,

Cracks his knuckles,

Whispers,

“I’ll just finish this one thing…”

LIES.

Fake news.

Propaganda.

That “one thing” has a beginning, a middle, a sequel, and a spin-off series.

I’ll be sitting there

Looking cute ☺️ 

Existing peacefully 

Fully available for love and affection 💕

And he’s staring into the screen like it owes him money. 💵 

Then, when he FINALLY notices me,

It’s not romance.  💘 

Oh no.

Suddenly I am:

• A pillow 

• A stuffed toy 🧸 

• An emotional support plushie

• A stress relief device 

He pulls me into a full embrace

And gives wet kisses on my cheeks

Sometimes, he attempts to eat my nose—

Says it’s too cute 🥰 

Sometimes, he will pat my head

And pretend I am the replacement for the pet dog he wants. 🐶 

Sir,

I am not your custom squishy toy. 😡

I am a human being.

My mother didn’t birth me

Or my parents raise me 

For this.

And If I try to leave-

He pleads-

“Don’t leave! “ ( যাস না !)

EXCUSE ME??

I am not a cuddle subscription service.

But do I leave?

No.

Because sometimes,

In between emails and calls,

He’ll look at me properly.

Kiss my forehead.

And hug me sooo hard I will melt.

Like a fool.

So yes,

I’ll let him squish me like a stress toy.

Yes, I’ll sit quietly while he battles 

Deadlines after deadlines like a warrior monk.

Because no matter how much he loves his work…

He still loves me.

Signed

Slightly neglected but deeply cherished 😻