Dear Dad

Dear Dad,
I wonder really, how many good days I write to you about. You know, I operate and just keep going with the silent understanding that everyone just knows that I'm putting in more than my fair share of effort. Not that most, if not everyone else is not. I'm not expecting any sort of outward gesture to award my merit. However, it's such a slap in the face to know that the silence had nothing to do with any sort of understanding. In fact nothing was understood or noticed. I didn't feel that I needed to broadcast any of my efforts. The realization that I need to be loud in order to gain even an unspoken acknowledgment or just to not be excluded from the club of those giving something of themselves just hurt...today hurt. Followed by the hurt of today was a delicately placed cherry on the top of my crappy day in the form of Eric and I ending our night on very low note. I just hope tomorrow is brighter.

-Tiff