Allowed to Break
There are days when you just show up. Days when you do what you must, hating every iota of effort spent, every word spoken, every interaction. Days when all you want to do is hide, but you can't.
So you straighten your spine, raise your head, put on the expected show. You - "Fake it till you make it." Sometimes, a smile at a terrible joke from a coworker is so hard, it feels like you'll crack. But you know it's expected... so you do it. When someone asks how you're doing, you have to suppress the flash of irritation you feel, because they don't want to know. Not really. The smile comes again... "Fine." Somehow your voice is steady. You're good at the game.
Finally make it through the day... your adulting duties are done. There's a sanctuary in your vehicle. You're alone, and you can't even bear to turn on music. You just need quiet, and to be still.
You get home. Your partner isn't there yet, but it shouldn't be long. You go in, slide into your chair and sit. The mind is still swirling with thoughts, and your belly flutters with stress. You frown at yourself, annoyed at your own mind, and your lack of ability to "deal" with what is there.
The door rattles. You avoid looking at it. They'll know, and there's no reason to worry them.
"Hey!" Happy greeting from the newly opened portal.
The door closes, and you glance over your shoulder. "Hey." You try, but the inflection in your voice isn't quite what is expected.
A frown from your person. They step into the room, stand beside you sitting in the chair. "What's going on? You okay?"
You look up at them, feel something in your chest... the knot there wants to unravel, but that'd mean dragging them into your pain. You force a smile. "Yeah."
They cock their head, a little frown. Your heart beats a bit faster - they don't believe you. A gentle hand extends and rubs the back of your neck. "Really?"
You swallow. That knot slowly begins to pull apart. "I... nothing's wrong." You slump, and they continue to gently stroke the skin of your neck. "There's no reason to feel this way."
Your person is quiet, their fingers pass gently over the nape of your neck. It feels nice. You know they're used to seeing you happy. You're usually the one to brighten things, to make things better. Well, not today. Today you're broken, and you just can't be anything else.
"I'm sorry," you murmur, miserable that you'd drag your love down with you. "I'm fine. Just feeling sorry for myself."
"Hey." They kneel before you, hands on both sides of your face. There's an understanding smile that grows on those beautiful lips. "It's okay." Those eyes you've admired for so long fill with fondness and concern. "You're allowed to have a bad day." They run those feather light fingers over your face. "So long as I'm allowed to have it with you."
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I'm a lucky man. Being allowed to break is something valuable - something beyond words. I have that in my husband.
It doesn't have to be a partner. It can be a friend, a close coworker, or a family member. It can even be someone you trust over the wires of the internet. But, we all need this. We all need someone we can show our belly to... someone we can be vulnerable with. Someone who will accept us at our worst, and enjoy us at our best.
You're allowed to break.
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