Falling for the Enemy

Are you Ready for this?

                                                                                    Catherine

Walking into the kitchen I find Sarah busying herself with some of the oats I brought home two weeks ago.  I don’t know what she is trying to make out of them but she can make a meal out of almost anything these days.  I hand her the chicken without saying a word and begin my ascent to my bedroom on the second floor.  I walk past the ridiculously expensive couch that sits in the main hall that I am not allowed to sell to feed my sister, and there he sits. There have been many nights when I have gone without eating a thing, trying to make sure my sister has more than enough to eat for both herself and the baby.  But that useless husband of hers sits idly.   I am so angry.  The fury has been buildi