I Pretended To Be Okay

I've always been really good at pretending to be okay when I'm not. Last week, after a particularly rough day at work where I had to deal with a coworker's personal drama that spilled into the office and made everyone uncomfortable, I came home looking calm and collected. My partner was there, and instead of venting about my bad day, I smiled and told them everything was fine. Little did they know, I'd spent hours stewing over it afterward, replaying conversations in my head until I felt like a ticking time bomb ready to explode at any moment. The lie was so small, but the guilt from keeping that frustration bottled up is still gnawing at me.