Perhaps dying like this… would be a relief.
At least I wouldn’t see my daughter’s cold eyes anymore.
At least I wouldn’t hear my husband’s constant blame.
At least I wouldn’t have to stretch every miserable dollar.
At least I wouldn’t have to endure my mother’s endless demands.
At least I wouldn’t have to imagine one day becoming a free nanny for my children’s kids, only to be despised again…
I was tired.
So very tired.
My final thread of will to live drowned under this boundless exhaustion and despair.
Slowly, I closed my eyes.
The sounds of the outside world faded away…
Bang!
David’s furious crash echoed outside—probably kicking over a trash can or chair.
