Poor her

Grerp writes,

Today is my 15th anniversary. I've kept the house clean, made healthy meals, repaired things that broke, shuffled my kid to school and basketball and scouts. I've taken the dogs to the vet and taught myself to cook and garden and make medicines, prayed for my husband when he was away and traveling unsafe roads, and listened to him when he was tired and discouraged and scared.

And all I have to show for it is: a clean house, a healthy family, rambunctious dogs, a happy and secure kid, a pretty little garden, shelves full of canned goods and herbs, and a loving and appreciative husband. Poor me.