That feeling, when I come home tired and drained of strength and compassion, and I exactly need someone to care for me for a while, and my family has done a grocery run and made me dinner and folded all the laundry, and I start by finding fault with the type of milk bought and the temperature of the oven and how the socks are paired together because I am so scared of being vulnerable and unused to let myself be the care-receiver instead of the caregiver. That is what I am talking about.
Music pairing: Leave Me Alone (I'm Lonely) by P!nk