Photo by Liza Summer on Pexels.com There is no pretending that I have always struggled with my mental health. I mean, who wouldn’t when the only mom you ever knew and had died when you were nine years old. Then, five years later the only dad you knew is dead, too. Ever since my mother’s… Continue reading Today Is My First Day On Anti-depressants
The next morning my middle finger felt broken. It was bent down and he couldn’t push it up because of the pain it caused me. He said he didn’t remember the night before. God, why didn’t I leave him then?
The first time it was for 90 days. I remember driving him to jail. My mind was racing with so many what-ifs. How was I going to take care of three kids on my own? Would I have enough money to pay the bills? What if I didn’t have enough money for the rent?