I can vaguely remember having a life. I went to college, had good friends, and I was happy. We played pool, I wore make up, and I didn't have a husband. I had my daughter, I lived with my mother, we were OK. I went to college, I got my degree, my hair was styled, my nails were manicured, my clothes were nice, I had a cute car. I was me.
Now? Not so much. I sit in a nice house and wax lyrical about how I could've been someone. I am an educated woman and I feel so stiffled.
After the past days events I loathe my husband. He abuses me for being unemployed and yet he was the one who pressured me to