Breaking Point
As time went by, I had developed a depression that nothing from the drug store shelf seemed to fix. I found myself angry all the time and the continuous fights with Mark and Julie didn’t make it any better. I felt frustrated and my hair was forming a rug on the bathroom floor. I had regular throbbing headaches and my racing pulse was scary. I was at my brink and didn’t know what else to try. I worked three jobs, which were taking every ounce of my energy, took care of kids that didn’t come from my womb and provided for my ill mother. Why couldn’t Mark and Julie understand that it wasn’t easy? The bills piled up on my hands and the continuous calls from the bank only made matters worse. Not once did my siblings lift a finger on the farm, in the house or accompany me to the marketplace on S
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