It feels quite unfair.

I just want to watch an episode or two of tv with my partner a couple of times a week. Maybe have a little bonk every now and then before we go to sleep. It doesn’t seem like much, but here we are seven years deep and without much hope.

It’s not my kid’s fault. It’s not my partner’s fault. I’m pretty sure it’s nobody’s fault. But this bit of this life sucks.