I am a good person, I work hard, I take care of my family, friends, coworkers, soldiers. I give of myself every.single.day. I try so hard to not complain. I change what needs to be changed for the good of all involved. I make a difference.
So why do I feel so run over all of the sudden?
When will I get to do what I want or need to do?
When did I decide that everyone else comes first, and that I come last? How is it that I have become so "okay" with this idea, until I am just flaming angry because I am settling for what I know I must live with?
When do I get to come first?
When does My Story, My Life, become everything that I dreamed it would be?
