For Letting My Responsibilities Fall on You

I know I've been coming home late and not doing the one thing that was supposed to be mine to handle. That means everything has fallen on you, and I hate that I did that. I'm sorry, mami. There's no excuse I can give you that makes it okay.

But I'm telling you now: it won't happen again. I don't care if I'm tired, or if I run out of time, or if I forget, or if I just don't feel like it—my responsibilities at home come first. I'm going to make sure of that.

I don't want you angry with me. It makes me sad to know I've let you down like this, especially when you do so much. You deserve better than that from me, and I'm going to show you that I mean it.