It’s probably not as big of a deal as it feels.
I was already feeling stress and apprehension having to ask you for help. I don’t like accepting your help because I don’t understand where it comes from. Gifts feel unclear. Like pushed forward efforts.
So when I asked you if you could take the dog out while I was gone, it felt like the mildest of the requests I wanted to make. I was going to ask for a ride to the airport.
And to be met with a lackluster no. A wishy-washy response that simultaneously felt undecided and made me back peddle, felt like an affirmation that I cannot grow to need you. I cannot turn to you for help. I cannot rely on your support.
I understand that you were disappointed to have your routine jumbled. And your routine has been a sore spot lately.
Am I ever ok being inconvenient?