I let her read a quick story about how essential it is to give importance to what matters most and forget the small stuff. She said “how can I do that? Everything is about you. I don’t have time for myself.”

I love you for all the things you do for me but I believe you may have been shooting at the wrong target. It’s one thing for you to work for what’s best for me (and I am very grateful for that) but you forget to do exactly just what the passage said: “Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play With your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner.” You don’t even know the part of me I wish for you to know. I want to tell you stories and my everyday adventures and even the sad ones. I want to talk to you without hesitation.

You walk away laughing not realizing how your words stung a little.