I'm exhausted. Always have been, it seems. Lately, it's like I'm running on fumes, barely keeping my eyes open long enough to see you. I miss you, I really do. But by the time I stumble through the door, all I can manage is collapsing into bed. It's not that I don't care, believe me, I do. I'm just so damn tired all the time. I try to show you, in those rare moments when I'm not battling sleep, that you mean everything to me. But right now, I'm just a tired breadwinner, hustling for our future.