I can always think of the perfect, witty, biting thing to say. Perfectly placed sarcasm and humor with forceful emphasis to make my point flows like a smooth, wide river unencumbered into my brain and straight out my mouth.
Problem is, not until several hours after I need it.
I stand up for myself, communicate clearly, and stand confidently with my shoulders back.
Later, of course. Like when I’m home, unfairly spilling my wrath on my unsuspecting and certainly undeserving husband.
I am so tired of stepping up to the plate. I am so tired of taking one for the team. I am tired of pinch-hitting for everyone else in an emergency that isn't my fault.
And I am tired of stupid sports analogies.