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 😻
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