It is not my job to be pretty
It is not my job to educate him
It is not my job to manage his mental health
It is not my job to be his secretary
It is not my job to have bullshit values to not offend him
It is not my job to mother and excuse grown men
It is not my job to be the keeper of his emotional failures
It is not my job to take care of him
It is not my job to be empathetic towards assholes
It is not my job to love men who resent women
It is not my job to support predators
It is not my job to make him look better
It is not my job to be soft or more palatable
It is not my job to be on the defensive in the world
It is not my job to make sure he can behave appropriately
It is not my job to be small and skinny
It is not my job to take on his labor that he doesn’t value
And yet, I am the one that’s in the wrong?
I am the one who is bitter for correcting and setting boundaries?
