I take care of people, that's what I do. I enjoy it. I love being needed. I love to serve.
But ask me this... Who takes care of me?
Who makes sure MY car is running safely?
Who makes sure I eat a healthy meal?
Who makes sure MY clothes are clean?
Who jumps up and defends ME?
Who puts gas in MY car?
Who washes MY dishes?
Who reads to ME?
Who brings me cards or flowers?
Who wants to be the last person to go to bed, to turn everything off and plug everything in?
I'm the only one who cares about me. And I'm too busy serving others that I often overlook what I need so desperately...
I'm the only friend I have.