She let me cancel without making me carry her disappointment too

Dear Delyara, I was too tired to meet, and I knew it. Not the kind of tired that gets better with coffee and lipstick. The kind that makes every bit of social effort feel expensive. I cancelled, expecting at least a little edge, a little chill, a little pressure to reassure her that I still cared. She just said, “Of course. Rest.” Nothing else. No emotional invoice attached to my limit. That made me feel safer with her than the actual plan would have.