What do you bring to the table? Nothing. I have a career. I plan everything. I remember birthdays and book appointments. I buy gifts, grocery shop, meal plan, clean, and do endless laundry. I keep track of everyone's lives while forgetting parts of my own. I support. I encourage. I give advice. I dry tears. I hold it all together. I'm not bringing something to the table. I am the table. Somewhere along the way, I started believing being everything was the only way to be loved. But I don't have to be everything to be worthy. I deserve a seat too.