Do you know how invisible I’ve felt? Years of doing the things no one notices

Do you know how invisible I’ve felt? Years of doing the things no one notices—washing dishes after midnight, fixing the drawer that always stuck, making sure the car was gassed up so you’d never be late. I told myself it didn’t matter, that love was sacrifice. But after a while, the silence hurt more than the work. Then one night, you just looked at me and said, ‘Thanks for always keeping things running.’ That’s all it took. Fourteen words. And suddenly I felt like I existed again. I use an app called quiet effort. It keeps me from letting the person I love feel unseen the way I once did.