Resentment tax
You say yes.
The words leave your mouth before your brain catches up.
"Yeah, sure."
And just like that you've crossed off your own plan.
The thing you wanted to do sits there.
Quietly erased by someone else's need.
You help. You smile. You act fine.
But underneath you're running a tab.
Not tracking their time. Tracking yours.
Every minute logged.
Every interruption noted.
The bill climbing in silence.
We think the frustration is about them asking.
But they didn't make you say yes.
You charged yourself for your own generosity.
And now you're collecting.
We say yes to help then quietly bill ourselves for it. The resentment isn't about them. It's about the lie we told ourselves.
