Just Another Night

Tonight was rough. Tired of the games, I told her it's time to act like an adult, no more playing pretend. She looked hurt, but when I started with the rules and strictness, she melted into a little ball of neediness, crying for forgiveness. Made me feel powerful, yet sad too. Saw myself as this dad figure, stern and demanding respect. But why am I still stuck in this role? It's exhausting, confusing. She needs guidance, but at what cost? To my sanity? Her development? Can't shake the feeling of being trapped, despite her consent. Just another night.