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I’m the punching bag.
I’m the caregiver punching bag. I break my wrists, my back, my mental health, so that my husband can have an eternal infant to say “kiddo” to and everyone else can tell me she’s cute. I get to have my hands full of idiot piss in a disgusting sweaty handicapped bathroom in Albuquerque, I get to spoon-feed her while the stranger next to me criticizes me, I get to be the one making sure she doesn’t break everything in the store because she walks all over my husband and doesn’t r
caretakeradvocates
Sep 9, 20251 min read
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